Cold Thin Metal

by ShadowsEmber   Sep 19, 2014


I look in the mirror and wonder just who i am
A sting of pain rushes through my clenched palm.
I realize its crazy
That a small, cold, thin piece of metal
Can be so inviting
But yet,
Somehow,
It relieves the tension of built-up stress.

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  • 9 years ago

    by dindee

    Hi there...

    --wooah....its like a mystery poem for me...
    it leaves curiosity...

    nicely penned...=D

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