My Only Friend.

by avery   Apr 21, 2005


I take this object,
From under my pillow,
I cut a line on my arm,
Straight down the middle,

My arms are red,
From using this razor,
I put it back under,
Saving it for later,

Everyday I go to school,
Long sleeves on my shirt,
I cover up my scars,
Always staying alert,

Then I come back home,
Repeating the process,
Every time I think,
Have I really lost it?

My friends aren't there,
They've left me to be,
Only thing that's left,
Is this razor and me.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Becky

    This poem is phanominal,( lol i think thtas how you spell it) its really great i used to keep my knife under my pillow too until one day i have no idea why but my mom decided to wash my sheets and stuff and found it now i keep it in ym underwear drawer i am prety sure she wont decide to wash those :), i really do hope you are ok though, cutting is a very hard thing to deal with, if you ever need to tlak i will be the one friend you have other than the razor and i will talk

    lots of love
    *~*Becky*~*

  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Great poem, well written

  • 18 years ago

    by BleedingAngel

    short but so well said...I relate 101 % to tis one, damn!!!! I hope that you are ok??? If you ever need to talk to some one feel free to email me....Great poem very emotional.
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    *Hugs Sabrina*

  • 18 years ago

    by Jordan

    I really did think that his poem was good. I have a problem with razors too, so I know what your feeling.
    Jordan-Paige

  • 19 years ago

    by IWroteYouAPoemOnMyWrist

    wow this is good short but yeah its good thanks for your comment ... glad i can read your poems now!!! 5/5

    -sabrina

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