I pick up the razor 
it feels the road has end 
and the blades on that razor are my only friends
 I look down at my previous tries
all my secret tears,screams and cries. 

Soon it'll all be done
just one cut for it to all end 
soon enough ill be gone 
and i will no longer have to pretend 


that everythings ok 
when its clearly not 
''im fine'' i whisper, what i always say 
but inside im definately not 

1cut 2 cuts 3cuts four 
the blood starts dripping from the tub to the floor 
" it wasnt your fault" my heart starts to say 
"you're happy now, you're safe okay?"