I slid the razor on my arm again
Enjoying the burning sensation in every one
Some may say that what I do is crazy
Or that it is for attention
But its my only escape from this burning feelings inside
I'm not welcomed there or here
So I have to have a fall back
My razor
Everyone has one but mine is just cruel
My body doesn't seen to mind it anymore
The burning has dulled down
And now I make no soundas I watch the blood trickle down my arm
I smile because I no longer can feel my pain
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The Never Ending Battle
PoetryThis is yet again another one of my books filled with poems. On love and abuse and pain and things like that. It is a trigger for emotion so read at your own risk. Okay? okay.
