I cant cry
I can't cry
You need help
No I don't
You need help
I'm just stressed
You have panic attacks
Everyone has those their not
Not everyone puts the rasor to their neck
I wasn't going to do anything
Like the last 3 times you had a razor
That was a mistake
Then why did you do it again
Im fine
No your not we can't go on like this
I know
Then why do we
Because I don't want to go on
You don't mean that
YES I do I can't do this anymore maybe when Im gone Ill feel something
Then get help
I can't nobody could understand this
Then get help
NO
This poem is about:
Me