My secret ( can be a trigger, make sure yr safe)

by kat   May 14, 2006


No salty tears fall from my eyes,
blood is what my body cries.
razor held tightly in my hand,
I surrender easily to it's demand.
I watch it glide across my skin
the pain drips out, relief sets in.
cover the cuts and wear clothes that hide,
so no one can see the hurt that's inside.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Chelsea Loves Him

    I love this poem.. great job..
    i give it a 5..

    comment one of mine if u want?.

    A Kiss Of Death
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    She needs him.
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