Sanity's Gone

by Alisha   Dec 5, 2006


That razor blade on my arm
looks so appealing at times.
But i don't want to mutilate myself to please the demons in my heart and soul.
what do i do?
who do i tell my sorrows to?
Someone who won't judge me,
people like these are hard to find.
my blood is falling drop by drop,
into a puddle on the floor, is a pleasing image.
the last drop falls from the razor as
my last shred of sanity is lost.

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  • 17 years ago

    by ashley

    Hmmm....no wonder people at school think we are the bad crowd lol hahaha