Cutting ...

by Jackie   Apr 30, 2007


My blood is very red,
My blood is very cold.
My blood is running across my arm,
And my tears I must hold.
My razor is very silver,
My razor is very sharp.
My razor goes across my skin,
And I lay in the dark.
My bood immediately rushes,
My razor hits the floor.
But its not enough,
So I grab it and cut some more.
Cutting is now my hobby, My passion,
Dreams and lies.
Its the only way I can express myself,
Because nobody hears my cries.
I love all the scars,
The ones that I have made.
I'm numb to the feeling,
And I dont feel the pain.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Pink Romance

    Thats not good honey why do that to your self? but one day.. i lied actually about 2ce a day i think about dieing and i dont know why.. i tried to cut my self and i guess i was'nt that mad to were i could just slit it rapidly across. but ppl love you. and when your gone whos gonna know? know wat kinda of a person you could have been? wat kind of wife you would of made? so because i have a slight deppression and i love poems cause its like art to the unspoken emotions being expressed through writtng. i care 4 u. and i think you should stop. u never know tomorrow u could be the next popular person yet. so think about it... why kill your self or wound yourself when the ppl living wont be able too cause your hurting yourself? ='(

    Brok3n Insid3

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