The Edge of the Razorblade

Staring at photographs Of when we were younger Alone with despair Tortured by my own thoughts All that is left Is to drain the blood from my veins Watching the edge of the razorblade As it glides down my skin Where traces of you Have scattered my memories Life flashes before my eyes I see all those times We used to see each other everyday Playing basketball, talking for hours About our aspirations and our ambitions I've never forgot How much you've meant to me My dear friend I'm not sure how longer I can keep this up for My dear friend I'm sorry that we've parted ways I can't express The words that come to my head My dear friend Please don't forget me