A Razors Edge Poem by Amber Zitzloff

As I start to feel lonely again,
I reach for an old friend.
A friend of shiny steel,
With a razors edge.
I start to feel alive again,
As I press the blade to my skin.
I can see the beautifully cut skin
As the blood rolls down my arm.
The numbness has started to cease,
But the hurt and despair is always there.
It reminds me of the perfect life,
But I know I will never see it.
The pain from the cuts quickly dies.
I can’t stand not feeling,
So again I take my old friend.
I draw a line for every thought
That’s running through my mind.
For everyone that’s hurt me
And everyone that’s abandoned me.
I look down and realize
I am sitting in a pool of red.
I start to feel dizzy.
The room starts spinning,
Faster and faster it goes.
As I fall to the floor
I can feel the life draining from my weak body.
The thoughts cease as I raise my head.
The only thing left is someone finding me dead.