Most people think razorblades are an object, a thing; something sharp you cut yourself with. Then, as the blood starts to flow, you press deeper, harder.
A razorblade can be anything. A person, an event or memory that comes back again and again to terrorize you.
What's your razorblade? Something I mentioned? Or perhaps something else, for it can be anything, absolutely anything.
My personal razorblade is a person. Every time I see them it's a cut into me. It's not physically done, but it feels real.
So real that it makes me sick. I think, damn him. The sight of him, he shouldn't be able to do this to me anymore,
Though I say nothing, I do nothing.
Maybe I should, to give myself peace of mind. Like that will ever happen.
I just have to live with this razor blade; I always will.