progress is progress

as long as the tears came there was no need for the razor.
as long as there was anger and sadness and rage there was no need for anything more.
it's when the tears stop that you know you're in trouble.
it's almost grown up, in a way. let your feelings go and try and tell yourself there's still a heart beating under there.
press two fingers to your neck to feel that beat. remind me it's still going.

pretty soon after it loses its sting, it's just another pointless exercise, just another routine.
fade it out like music from the speakers.
if the blood isn't pounding then Pete certainly is.
take time out, regain your thoughts, experiment.
snort, smoke, drink, inject, swallow.
whatever takes the pain away and whatever makes you feel it (and/or)

someone once asked when i know i'd hit rock bottom, when i knew life wasn't worth it anymore.
and i thought and i realised.
it was when i wasn't scared of the dark.