The Blade

The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily.
I'm numb to the pain, numb to the blood
to numb to realize whats happening.
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 face,
What have I done? I think to myself
I've failed. Again
The voices take over of me. They take control of me.
You no longer rule your body.
You no longer own those right.
You will wake up when we say so.
You will sleep when we shut out the lights.
Enjoy your stay cause you cant run away.
Tears stain her face,
heartbreak leaves a scar,
the blade cuts thru her skin,
blood flowing down her wrist,
just wishing,things didn't end this way,
hoping for the best,
but not caring anymore.