Razors

by Kristina W.   Dec 23, 2006


1 sleek razor across my wrist
And i think to myself do I even exist?

No one ever really cared.
Would it be different if you knew I'm scared

I want to see the red blood flow on my arm.
and I want to cause myself more harm

I'm bleeding Just to know I'm alive
After All I know I may not survive

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