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The poem 'Razor Kissed Wrists', by Emosuicide, is a representative of emo subculture, where suicide attempts, by slitting wrists, are very common. It is a celebration of self-harm. Emo people usually blame their act on the people who do not understand them. In the poem, the girl cut her wrist, as she has done a number of times earlier. However, this time the cut gets deep and blood oozes out in a huge amount. She tries to convince herself that the pain is worth it. It is same pain that makes her feel alive, when no one is bothered by her existence. Even though she is ashamed of the scars that the cuts lead to, she feels that it is the only way she can get through the day.
Razor Kissed Wrists
With the razor kissed wrists
This is my bright red scream
As I press down harder blood begins to surface
I convince myself "you don't feel pain, forget it, it's worth it"
You convince yourself that there is no pain
I try to forget
It's just my sick little game
There's white ones, red ones, fresh ones too
I'm ashamed of what I do
As time goes by they get harder to hide
More and more skin with scars on the outside
Hide them with long sleeved shirts, it covers them up but doesn't take away the hurt
It hurts the same when nobody knows; it's just the way it goes
Cut to feel alive, it's something I know is real
It's something I wish I could hide, something I didn't have to feel
When things get too bad it's first instinct to just cut away
Cut away, make some new scars to just get through the day
This time it got out of hand, cut too deep and can hardly stand
Losing way too much blood and I begin to fall
This will be my little secret; I won't say anything at all
