Used Razors

I wake up Dazed; on the floor Vision blurry Surrounding me are many small items Pills Bloody tissue And used razors Immediately my mind returns to earlier Why didn't I call her first? She told me too... And I would do anything for her But I forgot I got too ahead of myself My mental consuming me Now I let her down Which hurts more than anything else Even more painful than the open wounds from the stupid razor blades The stupid used razor blades It felt so right in the moment My mind looking for temporary silence But I messed up... forgetting her