I want my razorblade.
This tension inside is
making me slip.
I need to bleed.
I need to cut.
I need some form to
let it all out.
My mouth will never
open up enough to say
what my eyes are
giving away.
The tears. The lies.
The fake smiles.
The hidden cries.
Just one slice is all
I need,
To say under control of
This mindless game.
