Razor kissed wrists

Take this razor and sign your name across my wrist.
Cut your way into my heart; make me bleed, like you made me love.
Turn my love into my hell, hell in a world you made worth living.
Then took it right back, recover with help from this rusty razor.
Hidden in my past, I wish it open in the present, wish for help in my future.
It seems even if I scream it out, I live in a soundproof box,
no one to hear me cry out.
You ripped my wound open,
vintage bandages hold me together, torn apart from believing.
Take these razor kissed wrists.