Some people think that when a razor slides across your arm,
That it's part of self mutilation or even harm,
But what's the problem when it releases the pain and makes you calm.

You want the pain to deafen it's tone,
You start wanting that long life dream of a happy home,
But instead your trapped with the razor all alone.

In your head there is a story hard to tell,
You just want it gone and to forget it, you start to yell,
It all becomes too much; your own personal hell.

The feelings that you had,
Often leave you confused and sad,
Is releasing these feelings really all that bad

You say to stop you will try,
But deep inside you start to cry,
Because you know it's just another lie.

You're really sick of the pain,
But trying to stop there's really no gain,
Because you know when tomorrow comes; so does the razor again.