Tin of Razors
- Cosmo Luizza
- Jun 14
- 1 min read
Sitting on my bed,
A tin of razors in front of me
They’re not the good kind,
At least not to my preferences
But they’d do it if I made that choice.
The choice to reverse years of progress
Suddenly I’m 13 again,
As I stare at the blades
Just one more time, I swear
No one will see them if I'm careful
No one will see them or care
No one will ever see me
Just one more time, I’d say to myself
Before punishing my skin for living
Never feeling good but always feeling right
Because this is what I get
This is what I get for whatever I did.
What did I do?
I fought with my mom
I got bad grades
I was weird in school
I wasn’t enough
I would never be enough
I will always just be me
Just one more time, I’d say to myself
But I’d know I’m lying.
It hurts so bad, and now I have to hide it
Yet there’s a voice in my head
As I stash the blades once more
You deserve this. For living.
Sitting on my bed
A tin of razors in front of me
Radiohead is playing as I inspect the blades
One more time, they whisper to me
Just one more time to feel alive
To punish your skin for the sin of existing
Once I start again, I’ll never stop
