deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Razor
blood drips down my arm
i drop the razor on the floor
dark thoughts fill me
not wanting to live anymore
pain shoots through the wounds
the feeling of hate fills me
i was too weak to fight
so i let the razor be the mind for me
my fingers are stained with flood
tears start to pour down
my body starts to shake
i slowly hit the ground...
i drop the razor on the floor
dark thoughts fill me
not wanting to live anymore
pain shoots through the wounds
the feeling of hate fills me
i was too weak to fight
so i let the razor be the mind for me
my fingers are stained with flood
tears start to pour down
my body starts to shake
i slowly hit the ground...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 1
comments 1
reads 688
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.