I ***** in restaurant bathrooms

I drag the blade across my thighs

I don’t want to **** myself

I just want to know I’m alive

There are stains on the mattress

From the night you yelled at me

It's kind of like my flesh

Just wants to break free

I draw lines on my stomach

I just want to melt into the wind

So, I take a razor to my veins,

And cut till I like my skin

Then, I take the blade to my wrists  

And bleed till I'm razor thin

Why can’t I just be  

Razor thin