The Razor

by Miss Keri Rose   Mar 1, 2008


The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily
Im numb to the pain
Im numb to the blood
too numb to realize whats happening
to realize what im doing
one cut follows another
and another
till i cant stop
the razor falls from my hand
blood drips down my arm
tears roll down my cheeks
What have I done....

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