Razors

No laughter today, just cries of the heart
Tears that just wont fall, and words that just wont spill
Feeling alone and hearing old voices
My demons are back
Pushing me down my old life
Telling me lies
"The stores not far and the price has gone down
aisle 6 they just sit calling for you."
I know what they mean the razors I hate
The cutting I quite.
But
I cant speak of my demons
They promise only hurt
I cant yell for help
No one will care or believe
I cant wallow in sadness,
because I should be strong
I cant hurt myself because
I know it is wrong.