Razor Blades

Memories cut me like razor blades
And leave scars like souvenirs that transcend time
Once upon a time there were no problems I called mine

But they came and they grew like a malignant cancer
A wildfire the spread through me and consumed me
And left the ashes to be cut up by razor blades
And snorted up into a nose of depression
Through a straw that is my broken home

Their voices are loud but their silence is deafening
I’ll hear them forever in the back of my mind

Faith

I turn to the skies for a sign from above
But finding none I turn my back on Him
And when I didn’t expect it, there was my sign
A light so bright I couldn’t see
But I couldn’t look away

And I was pulled from the cold black sea of despair that was drowning me
Now surrounded by the candlelight warmth that is His love
Yeah, memories are like razor blades
They get duller with time
Everything will get better when it stops getting worse

Have Faith

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