the razor lies, you are not to believe it's pretty shiny cut, you are not to admire the blood you give up. so don't be tricked by the little knife and it's toom-foolery.. don't wear your scars like hidden jewelery. the most dangerous way to cut is quietly as you watch the fruits of your labor spill down your skin.. i wonder what would happen if you didn't call urself back to reality. i wonder if you didn't cut at all.. i wonder what kind of world you would be in .. would it be better then this world? would it be the same as the world everyone else lives in? would time stop and would everything slow down like a walkman with low batteries? would you remember seeing the the flashing lights....you would see the abulance and it would take you to a hospital and you would be watched, you would be held down and watched for signs of life. every effort of those people who are watching you, goes into making the success you've accomplished for yourself seem like a stupid idea. !

they get paid to sew you back up, make you try to see the world as they do, and send you home.. left with only the same thought proccess as before. why are things this way? why do people precieve things, why do you love seeing and feeling the cold blood run down your scarred legs. the answer is only true for those of you who see it that way. everyone see's things the way they want to precieve them as. they only see what they want.. and ignore the rest. so i'm asking you. see me.. see why i think the way i do. see why i ask so many questions.. see why i care so much. see me as the person i AM not for who you THINK i might be. look at me. see me.. for i am you.