An ignorant sheep and an arrogant razor
Do you ever feel like no one seems to care?
Like life's just hard to bare.
Feel like you're living an endless nightmare?
At only you everyone seems to stare.
You want to run away.
But you're being forced to stay.
Legs caught between a snare.
The trauma; you want someone to spare.
You wish it was a dream.
Just keep on waiting for a beam.
But you've begun to see, a razor is the only key.
You don't need a pen, you don't need a note.
You just need to vote.
If want to die, but you mustn't sigh.
Because there's only you, so you must stand true.
Pull your blade out from your sheath.
Grasp it tight and bite your teeth.
Think of all the things that make you seethe.
Graze the blade across your wrist and BREATHE.
