Maybe, one day I could be perfect. Maybe one day I’ll learn from my mistakes and forget you. You hurt me, scar me, ruin me but I need you, my personal oxygen. I can’t be, can’t live, can’t breathe without you. You keep me whole and stop me from resorting to other things. You’re cold against my skin, and yet you make me feel warm inside. You calm me and make me smile, but when I look at what you’ve done after, I hate you. I hate me. I know it’s too late to forget and get over it. I know I can’t ignore the scars you’ve left. But I can learn to live without you and relearn to breathe the things the normal people, the sane ones breathe. And then, I’ll be fine. I won’t feel this way.
I don’t want to die.
But I’m scared because I can’t get off this ride.
This bittersweet journey must come to an end.
My razor, I love you.
But I can’t keep living this way.