For the past six years of my life I have been battling a very hard battle.
I am not the only one who has stuff to battle,
But I am fighting this battle against myself.
Ever day I get up and have to face the world,
It is one less day I have to live in this world.
Some days the razor goes to my wrist
Sometimes it goes to other places but most of the time my wrist.
Once the razor tears my skin,
And the blood starts dripping down my skin.
As the razor is ripping my flesh,
The cut on my skin that ripped my skin and flesh feels so good and so fresh along with the ripped flash.