Razors

Kkkkrrr......A never

ending echoing sound

Krrr....down to

your bone

Blood dripping down

Sharp metal against

my hand

razors sticking

out of your body

Is it wrong for

me to want you dead?

Or is it the wrong part

that you already knew?

Questions spin in my mind

Razors sparkle with your blood

on them

Is it wrong to

Watch you die?

Or be the one to kill you?

After all....

You are heartless

Kkkkkkrrrrr.....

Never ending sound...

Buh-Bye.

-A broken girl