If razors could talk,
A story they'd tell,
A story of pain,
And things that dwell,
Inside the mind,
Inside the brain,
The hatred, the lust and of course the pain.
About a girl,
14 years old,
feeling like a mistake,
Alone and cold,
she cries at night,
Hides her feelings in the day,
Caressing the razor,
Blood washing the pain away,
The numb feeling of happy,
The feeling of nothing,
the feeling of warm and secure,
the feeling of the razor touching,
the blood dripping,
no thoughts in her mind,
on her bed,
thoughts in the sky,
then it stops,
she goes back to her day,
smiling,lying,
a simple wave.
If razors could talk,
A story they'd tell,
a story of pain,
and things that dwell,
inside the mind,
inside the brain,
the hatred,the lust,
and of course the pain,
About a girl,
15 years old,
feeling unappreciated,
dark and alone,
family is torn,
she cries to seal,
nobody knows,
how she really feels,
she dresses bright,
always smiles and laughs,
portraying someone,
whose happiness is had,
When the razor touches,
Her small tan skin,
that's when her happiness,
really begins,
blood rushing down,
in between her thighs,
she starts to smile,
she also starts to cry,
not for the sadness,
not for the pain,
but for the feeling,
of being alive again.
If razors could talk,
a story they'd tell,
a story of pain,
and things that dwell,
inside the mind,
inside the brain,
the hatred, the lust,
and of course the pain,
about a boy,
14 years old,
feeling pathetic,
useless and alone,
his family fights,
when they drink the liquid toxins,
It kinda feels like,
hes already lost them,
he's in love with a girl,
who jerks his heart ,
every time she says no,
he falls apart,
"It's just a one time thing."
he says to himself,
slicing his hand,
feeling things he's never felt,
Finally free, loved and wanted,
looking at his red hand,
the cut being slanted.
If razors could talk,
A story they'd tell,
A story of pain,
And things that dwell,
Inside the mind,
Inside the brain,
The hatred, the lust and of course the pain.
Now tell me reader,
tell me true,
do one of these stories,
remind someone of YOU?
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