The Razorblade

by hiding behind a smile   Mar 9, 2008


My wrist is craving the familiar feel
The one I get from
The cold cold steel
It comes from my razorblade
The only one I trust
The one thats always there
When i need her the most

As I put it to my wrist
I think about the pain
The pain that will be gone

My wrist is calling
The razorblade from its depth
It comes as if it knows
The razorblade wants to help
She wants me to bleed
She wants to take my life like she always does
So I will let her take me away

As I cut
The blood slowly comes
And then faster it comes
The blood is what I crave
I don't get enough so i cut again

When I am done
I lick the blood
Ah that sweet taste
The taste that I love so much
Such sweet bliss

No one can make me feel
The way she does
For she is my friend
And will never give up

*my wrist is really craving for a cut, but i refuse to do it. so instead i wrote this poem. it's probably no good, but would like a rating or comment.* Thanks for reading

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  • 16 years ago

    by AmberSherrellxxIve Been Sitting Here Trying To Find Myselfxx

    Okay, at first I thought that this was going to be a really good poem because the first stanza was organized and rhymed and flowed well.Yet, as I read on the vocabulary became poor and the organization fell away.It was like you just suddenly got writer's block and it all melted away.Try using vast words and organize your stanzas better.It would be a great poem then.

    -Amber

  • 16 years ago

    by Grace

    I love this poem ;p

  • 16 years ago

    by MissAlyssaGraff

    I like this poem because it makes me understand how people feel when they want to cut themselves. Thank you for opening my eyes!

    5/5!
    PLEASE DO NOT CUT THOUGH! :) please.

    -Alyssa

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