Monster

by natasha   Apr 5, 2005


I sit at my desk and feel the time move
Backward, not forward, what will this prove?
These emotions take me back to a place i don't want to go.
A period when my only feeling was low.
I can not recall a date or time.
The memories are washed out with bloody lines.
I can not remember a voice or face,
But I could describe to you my razor blade.
What sort of monster have I become?
A monster who constantly cuts to feel numb?

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