She Reaches For The Razor Poem by Crimson Love

She reaches for the razor, its edges smooth and keen
screams are unheard, but the scars will be seen
Please stop all the pain before I stop it myself
all i can see now are rubies falling from my wrists
small and beautiful they leave me, just like all the rest
I had a treasure, but it was taken by the best
as soon as we met my world fell apart, you told me sweet little lies
and I believed you from the start
and now all Im left with are empty words and a shattered heart