I carve
The word
Alone
In my left arm
Because the right one is all
Used up
Burn marks
Razor marks
Scars
From problems
I've faced
And overcame
They're all there
Reminding me
Of what
I've done
To myself
Yet I could
Never
Ever
Erase them
because if i did i'd be lying to myself
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everything 2 do with razorblades
Poetryall of my poems have something to do with razorblades,cutting,feeling alone,and being empty,i can't help writing about these things because i feel this way all the time.heres a look inside my head,it's a bit scary.
