• with the flick of the razor,
    held discreetly in her hand
    she carefully slices to take her away
    her other pain, to try and
    slice away her lies

    she gives a slice for everytime
    he hurt her body, the body that
    he claimed to love and vowed to always
    protect, she bleeds for everytime she lied
    to protect his life

    the razor dances along her skin
    as she cuts for everytime her
    forced her to love him when
    all she wanted to do was
    roll over and cry

    the razors bite feels safe,
    safer than he ever did
    the blood flowing freely feeds her
    slowly growing addiction
    she presses the razor ever so slightly into
    her skin, another cut for his kisses,
    another for his forceful hands between her thighs
    and another til there no more room
    upon her milky skin

    he's the reason for her addiction,
    the cause of the dirty razor blade,
    she bleed for all the words she left
    unspoken for the bruises on her skin,
    she tells her pain to the razor
    confesses all her mortal sins
    til it comes to the point where the need to
    have that razor is stronger than her need to
    live.