Dear Razor,

Even a year and a half later you still tempt me

I beg you to stop popping in my head

Just leave me alone, let me breathe

I don't think I need you that bad

I handled issues without you before

But all I think of this using you when I'm mad.

My first attempt, to re-acquaintance you with my skin

I told you to stay away, you didn't listen

I'm ashamed, my first in many months

But I dropped you, before could make any cuts.

They tell me I'm the one in control

Yet in my mind you're the one who makes all the decisions

So I warn (beg) you to leave me alone

Before they make any "helping" gestures with precision.