The razorblade touch him slowly,
He embrace the razorblade against
The wrist.

Doesn’t he understand,
People love him.
I love him, is it
Not enough?

His selfishness keep him locked
To the life he has,
His scares remember him the things is
His life he want to forget,
Always the scares remains him.

He doesn’t want to live

Again he embrace the razorblade
Against his wrist,
But this time harder.

Now is he dead.
I don’t want to live without
Him.
I can’t breath and I just can’t stay.