The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily.
I'm numb to the pain,
Numb to the blood,
Too numb to realize what's happening,
To realize what I'm doing.
One cut follows another,
And another,
Till I cant stop.
The razor falls from my hand,
Blood drips down my arm
Tears roll down my cheeks.
What have I done?
*this is a |g|r|e|a|t| quote!!! it's so sad tho!*
