Death and knives

by Mike   Mar 5, 2006


I'm sick in the head,
Nobody will care if i'm dead.
So addicting like a drug,
I give myself razor blade kisses and bloody hugs.
I enjoy the pain of the knife as it goes against my cold pale skin,
So if you are feeling this way then,
Get a knife or even a pin,
And let the bloody habit seep in.

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  • 18 years ago

    by jennifer

    This poem sounds really graphic.. like i can picture it... buh i like it alot... keep it ^ xoxo

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