Razor

by Chelsea   Aug 6, 2006


The sharp edge of the razor
slowly but easily cuts my skin.
Blood pours out and hits the bathroom floor.
Looking in the mirror,
not wanting to look.
All i can feel is the blood on my foot.
One cut after another and another.
Wondering why things had to end up like this.
I scream in silence. I put pressure on the cuts.
Rock back and forth.
Take my finger and write on the mirror in my blood "i love him"
Tears roll down my cheeks.
What have i done?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Rebel blood in my veins yankee blood in my yard

    Very sad but i know how u feel. i give u a 5/5. Really good layout

  • 16 years ago

    by Everly

    Wow. this poem gave me chills. 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by K3LSI3

    Great job...keep up the good work.

  • 16 years ago

    by dawn green

    Wow, very sad but a good write!
    god less

  • 16 years ago

    by Darlena

    THiS P0EM iS 0K.
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