Heart-Shaped Razorblade
i live no more, out of the veins, and onto the floor,
blood drains from me, from this life,
my life i shell live no more.
deepest cuts with a dull razorblade,
the blissful sight of the redness in which i lay,
the smell of the unpurity, and frightened souls,
the darkness in which falls over me,
my life i shell live no more.
consistant with the thoughts, the thoughts that ponder me,
the sick little twisted games that you played,
so sick in tired, life is un-inspired,
lost hope in a world, life is no longer a desire,
in this life i dont want to live no more.
the dignity in which i lost , in which you took from me ,
at my verginity it cost, ravaged you were like a caged animal let loose,
into a society that excepted you,
but as a scared little girl you took with out fear,
the only thing that i had to hold dear,
now i take this life of mine in which i let it free,
and grab the razor blad that will become the death of me,
in this life i dont want to live no more.
inocence you took from me, the moment your hands were placed upon me,
the look in your eyes when you grabbed me, and the pain you forced on me,
with a grin on your face, and the laugh in your throat,
i screamed out in pain, and i know i said NO,
i fought to servive, i fought to be let free,
but all you wanted was your way with me,
in this life i dont want to live no more.
sweet blissfulness, and control, while i hold the razor that cuts my wrist,
lets the demons free to roam at peace, a peace with out me,
addolsent fear caught up with me,
the games are over, now im free from the life that you took from me,
my life that i live no more.
Copyright © Natasha Pinedo | Year Posted 2011
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