Razor

by jess   Mar 31, 2005


Taking the blade,
Placing it on my arm,
No I’m not stupid,
Just a bit of self-harm.

Pressing down gently,
See the blood pour,
Once twice I lose count,
Arm starts to feel sore.

Tissues at the ready,
To stop the red stream,
All the thoughts in my head,
To go to far would be my dream.

People noticing what I’ve done,
Pretending that they care,
They no nothing about my life,
They can take a look if they dare.

Every night is the same,
Take out my blade,
Look at my arm,
Where there are scars already made.

Pressing down gently,
See the blood pour,
Once twice loose count,
Arm starts to feel sore.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Just Another Chemical Romance

    WOW really really deep i like it keep writing oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

    ~~plz have a look and tell me was u REALLY think im so sick of people being all nice~~

  • 19 years ago

    by Sammi

    amazing poem, if its true let people see whats happenin let people help you!