You think my brain is filled with stories
That my heart feels
And my hand writes
You think I have all the stories in the world
But the truth is my mouth couldn't tell half the stories
My wrists can
Razor to wrist
You get the gist
I'm some teenage kid
Angry about my looks
But the truth is
It doesn't matter what I look like
Because only I can see
To the rest of the world
I'm invisible
So yes you understood
You heard me right
I am going to slice
Until I die
Because this stinging only lasts for a second
Then I go numb
put on a big sweatshirt
And an even bigger fake smile
And I wait it out
Watch the clock
Waiting till I can go home
Because I can feel my medicine wearing off
My razor is my drug
My pain killer
And the clocks ticking
I'm in need of another dosage