Wallet size

by blindeyes   Sep 18, 2007


My wallet i do open,
as i search for my razor blade.
My hopes and spirits darken,
as my determination begin to fade.

I start to cry long and hard,
as i search and search around.
My body feeling heavy,
as i fall down to the ground.

Crying bloody tears,
as my eyes desperately dart the room.
I just want this feeling to go away,
thinking as i stare at the blood red moon.

I cant find it anywhere,
it's nowhere to be found.
My whole body weakens,
as my mind is coverd by a cloud.

I'm shaking so much,
i don't know what i should do.
I really really need help,
but i cant seem to find you.

Then i see a glisten,
of the Sharp metal oh so nice.
I smile a little smile,
as i wipe my eyes.

I need you so much,
and now i have you near.
I love you please don't go again,
for i always need you here.

You are my closest friend,
you always help me out.
You make me calm whenever i have you,
you make me not want to shout.

Your soft but piercing touch,
refreshes my body so.
your silver glisten running down my wrist,
and with my blood the pain does flow.

The feeling overwhelming,
the blood rushing fast.
All the hurt and pain,
is now all in the past.

This habbit i have acquired,
will never go away.
I'm afraid this terrible habbit i have,
is now here to stay.

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