Me and My Razor
when i slide the razor
down my wrist
i start to feeland see
a red mist.
when i put the razor down
and look at myself bleed
i suddenly start realize
that i cannot see.
whenever it gashes open
i see all the blood
it was a puddle
and suddenly became a flood.
i love seeing the blood
run straight down my arm
people always told me
cutting wouldn't be any harm.
whenver people see me
they call me an emo kid.
if they only knew,
everything that i've did.
Copyright © Breanna Pogue | Year Posted 2009
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