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Razor's
Pressing the razor
against my wrist,
I feel it bite
through my flesh.
It used to bring me
a sweet will release,
Now it brings nothing
but a small little prick.
I reach out and grab
my knife from my dresser,
I drag the serrated
blade across my wrist.
I feel it burn and
then go numb I sigh as I
watch the blood flow
over my wrists.
Both of my wrists are
covered in this mess,
All I need to do is run
some water to clean it up.
The water runs red as
more and more blood pours,
out on to the floor.
I think dumbley that maybe
something is wrong.
The blood won't stop maybe,
now I can be in peace.
The edges of my world start to
turn black and now there is
nothing no blood no pain no light.
I am no longer here,
I can laugh at that.
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against my wrist,
I feel it bite
through my flesh.
It used to bring me
a sweet will release,
Now it brings nothing
but a small little prick.
I reach out and grab
my knife from my dresser,
I drag the serrated
blade across my wrist.
I feel it burn and
then go numb I sigh as I
watch the blood flow
over my wrists.
Both of my wrists are
covered in this mess,
All I need to do is run
some water to clean it up.
The water runs red as
more and more blood pours,
out on to the floor.
I think dumbley that maybe
something is wrong.
The blood won't stop maybe,
now I can be in peace.
The edges of my world start to
turn black and now there is
nothing no blood no pain no light.
I am no longer here,
I can laugh at that.
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Published 6th May 2010
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7th May 2010 5:35pm
to cutting if thats possible. you can develope a tolerance to drug and cutting is about the same. I like the ending. something you can laugh at
27th Jul 2011 6:10pm
7th Dec 2011 5:06pm
Reminded me of my dark old days . The feeling was somewhat analogous.
