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fade out
a razor pressed to my wrist
i cut myself it barely hurt
the crimson starts to pour
i can't feel my arm any more
as i cry i wish to die
i feel myself start to fade
the razor still in my palm
let it drop on to the floor
bye bye cruel life
i'm am you'res no more.
i cut myself it barely hurt
the crimson starts to pour
i can't feel my arm any more
as i cry i wish to die
i feel myself start to fade
the razor still in my palm
let it drop on to the floor
bye bye cruel life
i'm am you'res no more.
Published 10th Oct 2015
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11th Oct 2015 1:07am
11th Oct 2015 2:40pm
I don't know if you are writing metaphorically, of the past or something that is going on now, or just venting through words, which I hope is the case. Otherwise, I would say this would not be the forum you need at the moment.
12th Oct 2015 11:13am
Life no matter how bad is always better than death for you as an individual and for those around you - I fully get the poem and have experienced such deep feelings of longing for death - I was always wrong - life is out there
excellent disturbing piece - again I hope it is just a poem :-)
excellent disturbing piece - again I hope it is just a poem :-)
