On nights like these it gets so hard.
I cry until my eyes ache and are swollen beyond belief. And to stop myself crying even more i run the hottest bath I can and lie in it. And there I lie, my scalding skin momentarily distracting me, and my breathing starts to slow to an almost normal pace.
But then my beath catches and it's all there again, too much to hold inside.
And I spy my innocent little Gilette Venus razor, lying on rim of the bath.
And it gets so hard, on nights like these, not to reach for it.
