My razor's Named Abby,
I never knew I bled.
I thought lust and love we're cousins,
yet both they're both in bed.
I'm shaking, praying to god it didn't happen again.
But the images and messages just shake their heads.
I'm addicted to being fucked and led.
I tell myself, I just misstepped.
I guess I'm a drunken mess doing the two step. I stare down my sleeve and see nothing left.
I scream for the end,
for I tarnished a song that saved my life.
For a quick slice that'll might end it tonight.

Ungrateful, unforgivable, unbelievable it's a miracle I'm still standing. Pray for me.
Cause I'm preying on myself it seems,
these cuts are deeper then veins and arteries. Those heal, not my mother fuckin damn psyche. I'm keeping it real, cause no one else will.

Note: After our talk a lot things made sense to me Abby, it's what you represent that made me use your name in the poem. No in this release.