She says that razors are what kill people.
Not the people that have held them.
She says that cutting is a choice.
Not a blind altitude.
I say that every cut people make
Have meaning, not just a cry for attention.
Every stupid word they say.
It doesn't ricochet.
It sits in our bones.
The razors are our shovels.
We dig until we find them.
They come out and attack us.
That's how we end up dying.