Razor

by I Dont Care Bear   May 5, 2006


The sharp edge of the razor
cuts my skin easily
im numb to the pain, numb to the blood
too numb to realize whats happening
to realize what im doing
one cut follows the other
and another
till i cant stop
the razor falls from my hand
blood drips down my arm
tears roll down my cheeks
And I ask myself
"What have I done?!"

-Tyfani-

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