A razor blade is like a sweet caress,
Leaving you wanting more.
You think about it always,
Wanting to feel its love,
Wanting to cut down into the flesh that is yours.
Now the awful marks scatter your skin under the large white bandages.
You cut too deep,
Now the names go around,
"Hey cutter."
"Hi emo."
"Your a failure, you can't even kill yourself properly."
Then you realize the tears pooling down your face.
When you arrive home,
you head straight to your room.
You barricade the door.
Nobody will stop me now you think.
you grab paper and write your hopefully final words.
First slit...'Ahh thats nice.'
Second slit...'Ouch! That was a little deep.'
Third slit...'Knock knock.'
Fourth slit...'Jesse?'
Fifth slit...'Jesse no!'
Sixth slit...'Please not again.'
Seventh slit...'Smash.'
Eighth slit...'Darkness.'
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Poems If your not interested in them don't read...
ŞiirI'm depressed. These will be more on the ranty side of poems I guess for some of them. But follow me through my pain and suffering. If you don't want to... Good. I don't give a French fry. Read if you want.. If not I don't care. Update: September 2n...
