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Poetry

My book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants

My Razor

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by lonelylostgirl

by lonelylostgirl

Friday hurt and depression as I woke up,

My day going downhill within the first hours,

My voices speaking,

I broke,

Friday at 8:02 in the morning,

Friday I relapsed,

I wish I could say I regret it,

But the truth is I don't,

Go ahead call me crazy,

But when you feel numb for so long,

The razor reminds me I'm alive,

Saturday,

I held my razor,

I played with it,

Did I cut again?

No, I didn't,

Sunday...Today,

I threw away my razor,

Why do I regret that?

I regret it because I didn't get the good feeling I use to when I got rid of it,

And I knew that my other razor and knife await me at home,

So I still have objects,

I don't know what to do