Goodbye to the Razor

by healing wounds   Jul 18, 2005


How could I have ever thought you were my friend?
You took the life I once had and torn it into shreds.
I trusted you with all my might,
But what did I get?
A great fight each and every night.

You put horrible thoughts in my head…
You made me believe you would fix me…
You turned everything against me…
From a pen to a spoon…
They all wanted me dead.

Now it’s your turn to see what can be done to you…
After causing me so much emotional pain…
I think I should do the same.

So I will take you to the place you fear the most…
Where it’s cold and dark….
It’s a place where you can’t corrupt anyone else…
Or even see another wrist or arm…
But a place where you will rust forever.
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  • 19 years ago

    by Samie

    wah good poem...very deep rock on