I wrote this back in 2008. I just found it somewhere in stack of poems.
Razors and Scissors are my new
best friends. Yeah they are, they have
always been. Loyal to me, they would
never leave. They love me so
much but my skin gets more love.
I haven’t felt this good since I was
fourteen years old. I love the way it burns my skin.
I love how the scars look so beautiful in it.
Blood keeps dripping and I forget everything
in my life. This is why razors and scissors
are my new best friends.