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,
BLOD DRIPS DOWN MY ARM,
TEARS ROLL DOWN MY CHEEKS
EHAT HAVE I'VE DONE?
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