I took the razor
and slid it across my skin
and the blood runs out
relieving the pain within
I separate my skin
with the blade of a knife
hoping that one day
I'd go too deep and take my life
The world is a boxer
punching me in the face
the world is two walls
caving in, leaving no space
The world walked over me
like I'm some kind of mat
when I got buried
on my grave, they spat
From my body
all life was drained
all problems came to end
and my heart no longer pained
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LIFE, LOVE, SUICIDE by Dionne Miller
PoetryPoems and quotes about love, suicide, life... Written by me Note: I don't write with feelings and don't dare steal what's on here "Talent is a gift waiting to be opened"
