once again in your room by yourself
you reach for your box on top of the shelf
there you find all rolled up inside
the broken razor you use all the time
a tear rolls down as you sigh in relief
you think it helps but its your warped beliefs
farther you push, its real bloody now
you stand up distorted as your search for a towel
you dream short dreams of memories forgot
unaware that you have hit a vital spot
