The Shiny Metal

Razor blades, a million sliding over my skin.
Cutting and scrapping everywhere.
Mind of their own,
loving to see the blood that falls.
Slowly dying, screaming loud.
Razor blades, slick and wonderful.
Beautiful in their own way.
Fucking with lives everyday.
Making people wonder, Should I go?
Or will things clear up tomorrow?
Razor blades, passing across my veins.
Blood everywhere from head to toe.
Screams from friends drive me to cry.
Wishing and wanting for me to stop.
I don't listen... Why should I be told what to do?
Fuck what they think... No one really cares.
Suicidal, yes that's me... Sorry to you all.
I should have listened.
Razor blades, glistening in the light.
Make me wonder... Is it right?

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