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Razor blade

Contributed by DeadlyGirl on Sunday, 15th January 2012 @ 08:46:52 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry



On my arm are words
Carved deep down
My razor blade heals me
From all my emotions
It even slows down my motions
My razor blade heals me

Silence on a hill
Water on a mill
Razor blade hidden in my pocket
Blood pouring down my arm
Tears flowing down my cheeks
Razor blade hidden in my pocket

Death approaching me with his reaper
Oh he's such a old creeper
Run my bathwater to cleanse my wounds
Bloody water every where
Oh its hard to bare
Run my bathwater to cleanse my wounds

I dug to deep
Its starting to seep
I'm bleeding to death
Were is the gaze
I'm going to die

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Save me God
Before I die...
the end...no..

I have woken
were I'm I now
oh no am I dead
no but in a hospital
The doctor said I was lucky
thank God

Blood still comes out of my arms
I still see figures but I'm okay
Goodbye for now my love
See you soon I hope
Maybe by then I won't mope
Goodbye for now my love




Copyright © DeadlyGirl ... [ 2012-01-15 20:46:52]
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Re: Razor blade (User Rating: 1 )
by Damian on Monday, 16th January 2012 @ 02:18:31 AM AEST
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it feels so much better to reveal your problems through poetry doesnt it ?


Re: Razor blade (User Rating: 1 )
by girish on Monday, 16th January 2012 @ 06:56:50 AM AEST
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self harm is only creating pity. but if you write and express it is poetry and stays on forever




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