My little red tin of razors

by Juls   Sep 26, 2005


I see my razors in my little red tin
wondering if I should or not but now thats not the question..
I just do.
I take it out and poke my pinkie making sure its the right one to do the job that hurts. Once just isn't enough either is twice. I lose count and still its not enough and its not a pretty site but yet I smile. I don't cut to deep to go into a endless sleep but its just enough to say EEK!
I hide my wrists from anyone around so they don't see who I really am.....I'm hiding, hiding from family and friends, hiding who I really am like I'm ashamed but I'm not. This is who I am
Bracelets,long selves anything to hide the cuts, to hide myself within.Still hiding. But one thing is for sure the scars still remain and are visible but the real scars within are the ones inside of me. And I don't think those ones will ever heal.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Pure Silence

    Wow Juls, that's...That's a happy poem lol.

    I'm amazed at myself, that I had never read that. No i see where you come from.. your writing style makes so much more sense to me . Well done, I proud of you how ever the nature of this poem is a subject that worries me but I'll leave that discussion to another day,

    I miss you !!!!!!1 I hope work is fun *hugs*
    Love you hubb

    Jenn

  • 18 years ago

    by ASPHYXIATED

    -ish speechless-
    Wow Juls, I never have nothing to say, butyou reallyleft me speechless on this one!
    Your describtion was great well done O_O

    xD

  • 18 years ago

    by UnToLd TrUtH

    You described the feeling so well when you can't seem to find a meaning. It was really good.

    Mallori

  • 18 years ago

    by SexyBabe101

    Really liked this poem. and its all so true not many people know the real you or me.

  • 18 years ago

    by Drew

    Hmm, used to be the same

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