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When will this hurt stop hurting?
This poem was created by me but my friend Zack also helped hope u like it:
These razor blades in my hand
People try to understand,
The pain inside the kind that i cannot hide
But why, oh why is this world so cruel?
These open wounds
upon my wrists
one can only imagine
this razors kiss
So sharp but sweet
bitter defeats
blood is dripping everywhere
Why do people continue to stare,
at the wounds i have so bare
This hurt inside my soul burns,
it burns like the fires in hell
Cut the skin and set it free
Set me free from myself
Now i am free
It feels so sweet
I can finally be at peace
These razor blades in my hand
People try to understand,
The pain inside the kind that i cannot hide
But why, oh why is this world so cruel?
These open wounds
upon my wrists
one can only imagine
this razors kiss
So sharp but sweet
bitter defeats
blood is dripping everywhere
Why do people continue to stare,
at the wounds i have so bare
This hurt inside my soul burns,
it burns like the fires in hell
Cut the skin and set it free
Set me free from myself
Now i am free
It feels so sweet
I can finally be at peace
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