Razor Thought

Cutting
It cuts so deep
Yet I do not weep
It slices through
My cynicism
My cutting self image
The cutting scrimmage
A paper cut
I cannot forget
The bleeding
Thin red line of hope
I let
In
Under my skin
Ravaging thoughts
Scramble forward
Liking all the bleeding
I guess
Razor thought
Leaving the
Loveliest scar
By far