Dear Razor

I see you in my hand,
I think of a design
I feel the razor,
the blood,
and the design i see.

I feel a release of emotions
for a brief moment of time
then the urges come back.

I need to learn positive ways to cope
healthy ways to get by...
I think in a way it's me crying out telling others that i'm hurting.
I dunno why i do what i do.