I was curious
When I walked
across a frozen lake
Last winter
I was curious
When I made
My first mistake
And cut
A little too deep
With a razorblade
I was curious
When I threw
myself in front of a car going 50
I was always
Curious
DU LIEST GERADE
everything 2 do with razorblades
Poesieall 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.