Pretty Razor

What a pretty blade you are,
so shiny and brand new,never been used,
in perfect condition.

What a pitty it is,to use your talent on something as crude and vile as me.
Your shiny razor glistening against my frail broken skin.
What a pretty new vocabulary you have aimed at me,

severing me from all hope.
Are you having fun?
Do you enjoy sucking the life and hope out of me,

does it feel good to push me down.
Do my tears help you feel strong.
Ill make up your mind for you,
your almost pass the line of no return, just a couple of words more...

There, arnt you proud...
Broken beyond repairs.