You think you know what's going on,
But you don't realize how close you areto being wrong.
One minuet I'm happy, the next I'm sad,
Then I'm angry, no matter what kind of day I've had.
I call upon my "friends" for help but they never have shone,
I have come to the conclusion that I am alone.
No one would understand and I don't think they care,
But if you want to take a shot, enter if you dare.
You'll see my mind is racing all the freaking time,
But I always use the stupid excuse that I am just fine.
I have confided in someone, something I call my friend,
I know they'll keep my secrets till the very end.
If I were to break, they're right by my side,
Through every bad feeling, through every bad ride.
They're shiny and metal and cool to the touch,
Gliding across my skin gives me a rush.
The pain is so weak but the high is so strong,
How could anyone ever think this was wrong?
I am an artist, I paint with a grin,
The razor as my paintbrush, The canvas; my skin.