Me, Myself and I

Me,
My hair a black tumbly mess,
My eyes looking to the floor,
My body covered in scars,
My heart broken and dead,
I used to love.
I used to live.
I used to have hope that i would be okay.

Now I am useless,
A heap lying on the floor.
The razor is in my hand and I look at it one more time.
Before I press it too my skin one last time.
Then the next last time.
And the next.