TRIGGER TO MOST
Suicidal
Tears drip from my eyes,
Pain caused by your lies.
And although I try,
Obviously it's hard to deny,
That twisting torture of speech.
Your the reason you won't see me sunbathing on the beach,
It's because of the scars you caused.
Your went too far- you broke the friendship laws.
And it's too hard for you to know,
That you make me try to die the minute I get home,
I cry when the razor won't work,
Therefore the worry still lurks.
I got home the other day,
And ran to the bathroom before I could say,
That I was smothered in pain and tears,
And all I wanted was my shears.
I grabbed the razor and rubbed it along my arm,
But the razor didn't work so I stayed uncalm,
I needed something- a little blood,
If my arms would not cause a massive flood.
I stared at my arms in despair,
But this feeling was not rare.
The razor never works as if it's a sign;
That the deaths of today would not include mine.
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- Bell Xo
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A Book Of My Creation
PoetryA Book Of My Creation. Everyone's book is of their own creation, so your wondering what I mean? This book is full of my songs, my poems and some rare thoughts. So please enjoy. Comments and requests are accepted. Cover made by @nightmarewritezzx
