In deaths wake

I see your face

Its wrong of me

To stay awake

Scars that bind me

I wakeup alone

Covered in my own vomit

Mood swings and appendages

Bandages

I taste it

Blood I bit my lip

Razor

Holds so much comfort

I grew curious

To see if I was alive

I slit it just above

But right below

I could love you

He looks at me

I could love him

He stares at me

I think I miss him

He glares at me

I'm dying inside

He comforts me

I want this

But I am afraid of that

I want him

But I am afraid of love

I see him

he sees me

The razor is pink

Gorgeous and pretty

Like a barbie

Makes me sick

Makes me feel

I can't go back

I'm spiraling down

No oneto save me

Oncei hit the ground

Everythng becomes black

I think I'm dying....

But I'm not too sure

Rescue me from my gorgeous razor

Who.only whispers swet words

Shetold meshewould never leave me

Continueto love me

But it is torture in reality

Then she brought a knife

Pills pink and inviting

Rum brown and delighting

Swallowed

Breathe

Breathe

Where is she?