CUT(the cold razor)

By Danielle

The cold sharp razor slides across my wrist
theres just something about it i can't resist
drops of blood run down my arm
i heard that it does no harm
the cut keeps showing specks of blood on my arm
i heard to commit suicide it works like a charm
i don't know why i do it, IT relieves so much stress
but when you look down on your bathroom floor there's a big bloody mess
i want to stop, don't think i can
it's easy to see the scars with this tan
my speech is getting slurry
I'm outside were it's starting 2 flurry
red blood drops on the snow
i don't think you know
you don't know what I've been through
i guess you can see it now too
I'm weakening in the arms, I'm starting to die
I'm not ready! God don't take me to the sky

This is my poem even though you may have seen it before....my old registration won't let me login...so...