who am i again?

To lost to be found
To broken to be remade

To damaged to heal
To dead to be saved

My mind is ready
My razor is shining

Like a hot knife through butter
The blade is gliding

This time its real
Im not coming back from this

Its almost to easy now
Knowing i wont be missed

A quick glance in the mirror.
Just me and my blade

The smile of the boy that once existed
Forever starting to fade

Im not who once knew
If you saw me now you wouldn't believe

Its funny how much you can hide from everyone else
With nothing but fakes smiles and long sleeves.