Whenever I think about that,

I can feel the pain again.

It's a horribly, cringing pain,

having a razor slide over your skin.

At first, it doesn't faze you,

you can't feel it,

it feels like a feather easing across your skin.

And then your skin splits,

you pull away the razor in shock

and you end up tilting the corner of it nice and deep at the end.

And the blood is what stings.

Like a paper cut only deeper and more painful.

But the same kind of sharp,

wretched pain.

Water hurts it,

movement hurts it,

and wherever you go and whatever you do,

you're reminded of it,

every second of every day,

because the pain spikes with every twitch of the skin,

every beat of your heart that brings more blood to the surface.