My daily enemy

I reach for my razor,
The only thing that brings me refuge anymore.
I run my finger along the blade,
I see the reflection of a broken world.

They say the first cut is always the deepest.
I say they’re wrong.
It gets deeper each time,
Causing more scars to form,
Causing unforgettable memories to form.

I see blood dripped and staining the floor.
My expression reflected on the bloody stainless-steal
Makes me wish there was more to life than this.

I decide to try it today.
I´m  in a hospital room full of concerned people. They’re here for me.
Their worried expressions frighten me,
What almost happened to me frightened them.

Emo, the word rang sourly.
The tears ran faster,
as though racing the blood.
My black hair clings to my face,
and again I cut.
One for the laughter,
Once for the looks, another for my pain,

One for the names,
One more for the pushing.
I watch my pain drain from my arm.