Razor.

by Daniel   Jul 25, 2008


The razor blade is my best friend
It's there when I need it
And will always be there for me
It's my best friend

I can see the way it looks at me
When I am in pain
It's speaking to me
Saying "Come here, and make another mark"

All I do is sit back
And color my wrist with red
As the blood trickles down
I try not to cry

I am getting rid of my pain
When I use the razor blade
And I know someday it will kill me
So I take it slow

When I look at it
I see dry blood on it
Then I start to cry
While asking myself why I put myself through this

I know it's not worth it
But it's all I do to get rid of the pain
When I get done I feel no pain
I only feel blood falling

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  • 16 years ago

    by kiley

    Nice job writing this. :)
    people that have the same problem can really connect to this.
    i pretty much can. haha. but anyways,
    nice job :] keep writing but, listen to what julia said. it's not going to get you any where...i sound like a hippercrit or however you spell it. i'll say hippo for now. xD
    but yeah.. :]

  • 17 years ago

    by Diana

    Deeply true
    i feel the same way

  • 17 years ago

    by J u l e s

    Aww loves... Cutting is horrible... I know because I have that problem too. You have to try to stop doing it. It is going to get you no where at all... The razor is always going to be there and is going to feel like it is callin gyou because you let it in your life. Your skin aches for the pain.. That is why it is hard to just stop

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