Strange days (Bubble bath)

Strange days (Bubble bath)

I look at my wrist and see how fragile they are.
I look at my razors and see how sharp they are.

Like ice skating the carving forms a delicate path.
Resting at ease in that warm bubble bath.
The thoughts in my head race,
the tears run down my face.

Dead sight on pale frail skin.
Feeling sick imagining what's within.
I try not to focus on the gross stuff i never liked blood.
What I did like, smiles, laughs and hugs, big long hugs.

The emotions teeter like innocent children at play.
No real reason to tell them to behave.
I miss my childhood, you know sometimes I revert back.
The fear of society and what they think about that.

I worry now, but no real reason too.
Close my eyes and smile thinking of you.
The feeling gets lighter as my pain is released.
In my bubble bath I finally found my peace.

I look at my razors and see how sharp they are.
I look at my wrist and see how fragile they are.