My Razor, My Razor, You See

I carved a heart

Where my heart lies

In my chest.

I carved a heart with the razor,

My friend,

The razor,

The razor,

The razor.

The razor is my friend.

He always makes me smile.

He tells me

Let it all out,

It’s good to cry.

Tears of blood

Counts as crying, you see.

It’s just not my eyes,

Instead its my body.

And in this case my heart.

The razor has my heart.

It hates to share,

So all others beware.

My razor inflicts pain

On others, you see.

But he would never, ever hurt me.

He’s in love, you see?

He’s in love with me?

Can’t you see?

Can’t you see?

We’re perfect together, I and he.

How could you not see?

Author's Note

The sad thing is, I honestly wanted to do this....