As a razor,
Takes the flesh from me,
In my heart,
I know I will very soon feel free.
As blood pours down,
My waiting wrists,
My pain and feeling,
Disappears in mists.
Hungry for another high,
As the tension builds inside,
I take the razor one more time,
Knowing there's no way to hide.
The ripping sound of flesh,
A tear with a laughing smile,
I know I'll feel it soon,
Freedom for another while.
Time stood still,
As the dripping sound unfold,
The corpse of my soul bare,
A never-ending cold.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
