Poem To the Razor

by ed   Mar 24, 2005


You are my friend, you are my enemy
You are my courage, you are my fear
You are my strength, you are my weakness
You are my savior, you are my demise
You are me I'm you, we are one when the blood is drawn
You make me real, you make me fake
You make me live, you make me die
You make me me, you make me someone else
you make me smile, you make me cry
I'm you you are me, we are one when the blood is drawn

(written in blood before everything went black)

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  • 19 years ago

    by [crimson] tearz_fall

    wow this is good, i wrote one kinda like it but its not on here yet. From this poems I take it you cut, well so do I. Your really good keep up the good work love always~brina

  • 19 years ago

    by stephyG

    hey aWsome poem.. really liked the way it makes alot of sense!!
    mwA Stephy :):)

  • 19 years ago

    by stephyG

    omg hun.. i hopw ur all rite but ur poem was fantastic keep it up.. and i think u mite like some of my suicidal poems MWa XoXOxox Stephy

  • 19 years ago

    by Fierce

    It doesnt have to be like this... the pain you have can go away with out the razor or without the blood. The poem was meaningful but I have one suggestion, let God take your pain, let Him take your hurt and let him turn you into an amazing person. Don't throw your life away cause of stupid things that happen. Life to is too meaningful to throw away
    Keep the Faith
    Peace Out

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