Razor Blade Poem by Nicola Hanks

its cold and hard
it leaves nice scars
it makes me feel good
just like i knew it would
it slides across my skin
burning as it digs in
over and over i move the piece
injoying these moments of my release
looking down at my work
i begin to smirk
as small droplets appear
i cant wait to smear
the drops start to run
now starts the fun
my legs are covered in red
with the blood i just bled
i dab some on my lips
and then offer myself a kiss
i wipe off the waste
but not before i taste
its good and its bad
like nothing ive ever had
now the price is paid
for being what i weigh
i start to feel afraid
because of the mess i have just made
but at the end of the day
i cant help but love my razor blade