RAZOR

I bring the razor to my wrist
And imagine what it's like to die.
The blood runs onto my clenched fist
As habitualy i start to cry.

The flow of tears mix with the red.
The pain reminds me i'm alive.
Reminding me the worl is dead
But unwillingly i must survive.

His love like the world to me
And the he broke my heart.
It shattered to pieces you can't see.
He tore my world apart.

I cried from day to endless day
And mourned over my love.
My empty soul now starts to fray
For my love i did shove.