The razor is my friend,
it makes me feel again.
Cutting deep,
bleeding red.
So many reasons to continue,
not many to stop.
The scars are etched in my skin forever,
reminding me of my past.
Short and suckish? I'm #11 on the poetry list, it made me happy seeing that (: Thanks to everyone so far whose read my crappy poetry!
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Words From The Heart (Poetry)
PoetryClose, personal, heart wrenching and truthful poems that come from inside me. Things I've dealt with, problems I've exceeded... and some I've failed, and some I still do. I advise you to realize my life isn't perfect, no one's is... my poetry isn't...
