I think about my broken heart, as i cut my arm apart <br />the razors edge so keen and bright, can't even match the pain inside <br />first i felt tears, and i think it isn't right <br />but i've lost my feelings, and my sight <br />all i have is the razors edge, here with me on my bed <br />no parent, no lover, no friend <br />for me to confide in, and cry on <br />but there is this razor <br />so keen and sharp <br />it makes my skin, match my heart<br /><br />hidden scars<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-razors-edge-2/
