Blad Poems - Poems about Blad

...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......

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...As I sat on the bathroom floor, crying, contemplating death, I slowly ran the razor blade across my bare skin. Cutting deeper and deeper. I sighed. Not in pain, but relief. This pain drowned......

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