The urge,
The need.
My want to bleed
The feel,
The rush.
My blood will gush.
The razor,
The rope.
My wrist can't cope.
Your words,
Your hate.
My mind is tempting fate.
The urge,
The need.
To stop the bleed.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA few depressing poems written by @nahhnahhnahh Δ...TRIGGER WARNING...Δ RAZORS ARE RED Razors are red, Violins are playing. You're at my funeral, On your knees praying. You hope its not real, That its all pretend. The heartache you feel, One day...
