A Cut to Break the Vein

Hold the razor,
To my skin.
Slide it down,
Let it in.

I’m in hell,
There’s no doubt.
Grab my hand,
And pull me out.

Help me see,
That there’s more.
There’s more to life,
Than what’s in store.

I hate this razor,
And how it feels.
It drags me down,
By the heels.

I know you know,
What it’s like.
To feel like this,
Day and night.

My veins are weak,
As am I.
To the razor,
On my thigh.

I need you now,
To understand.
What it’s like,
In no-man’s land.

Take the razor,
From my skin.
Lift it up,
Don’t let it in.