Stranger

by TiMe hEaLs aLL wOuNdS   Dec 7, 2006


Slice deeper
tears stream down my face
grip the razor
then pick another place

now the pain is on my flesh
instead of the heart
parents, money, boys and friends
thats where the cuts start

move the razor away from my skin
its bloody
where are my friends, brothers
SOMEBODY

the razor is now my friend
my refuge is now my danger
now to my own self
I'm a stranger

(i used 2 be a cutter and haven't done it in a while)

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  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Glad to hear the words used to be. This was a very good write. The way you describe things will make peole aware of how deep the pain runs from this! Great!

  • 17 years ago

    by CondescendingHeart

    I Like'd this, however
    I find that writing about cutting yourself is really tipical and Cliché.
    I just dont like the style.
    But thats just my opinon.
    im not really one to judge.
    but the rest of your poems are all great.

    And thank you for the comment.
    And im just in the middle of writing a new poem :P

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