My box

by I am begining to think it is not worth loving you   Feb 19, 2006


I walk through
the door and it is an instant fight
i cry and shout
i just wanna let it all out
though i dont
i run to my room
and open my box
and pull out my razor blade
i set it on my skin
i begin to push hard
and then harder
till the blood spirts out of my wrist
when that is over i lay down
i wipe the dripping blood
off my arm ,put on my
pajamas shut off my light
light my cigarette,smoke it
and driff away in to a
world where i can be free
then i wake up and it
starts all over again

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