A pathetic statement reaches my lips,

I swallow it down, bit by bit.

I bite my tongue so they won’t know,

The stories that I have left untold.

 

The pain sends me into ecstasy,

they’ve taken everything else from me.

The blade is always there,

to lift the agony that I bare.

 

The razor is my only friend,

It’s always there in the end.

It doesn’t laugh, taunt, or tease,

It’s only use is to please.