Understanding

Hearing the cracking of the plastic shaver,
I smile in glee that tonight will be another bloody Sunday,
Popping out the tiny cold blade && bringing it up to the light in all its glory,
Having the blade glide across my skin like a figure skater on fresh ice,
Is as comforting as sleeping with your favorite teddy bear,
Pressing the blade into my leg until I can feel the pain spread through out my body,
Then slowly dragging it through the imprinted flesh,
Watching the blood of life bubble at the seems and seep through the newly made cut,
The outline of old cuts are still scabbing over,
But I set them free with shiny razor,
Not letting them fade away just yet,
Oh, but the night is still young and my razor is not dull,
Lines become words and words become drawings,
You say I need help
I explain that Im getting it