My Shame

A razor in my fist,
It's just another risk.
Honey, please don't cry,
I promise that I'll try.
Try to stop this addiction,
This terrible, terrible infliction.
I tried, but I failed,
A razor drawing in skin so pale.
Scars deep in my skin,
Bleeding cuts ever so thin.
I let the blood flow,
Down my arm in a straight little row.
Honey, I promised that I'd try,
I failed miserably, trying not to cry.
You're disappointed in me,
Don't act like I can't see.
Full of nothing but shame,
My razor blade a one to blame.
Runs across my scar filled skin,
Just another little line ever so thin.