My little razor
Help me get through the day
Relieve my stress
And bring me pain
Let crimson blood
Pool down my arm
Let the relief come
As well as the pain
Let me feel complete
As I drag you across my skin.
My little razor
Make me happier
They say this isn't healthy
That I should try
Another way to relieve the pain
But whenever I try
I always come back
To my razor.
It helps me
In a way other things cannot
Bringing pain to my body
Seems to relieve my mind
"One more cut please."
My mind screams
And I once again
Drag it across my skin
Helping to silence the demons
And the heartache I feel
At the end of each day.
My little razor
Both my best friend
And my worst enemy.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
