Biting my sleeves instead of my lips
I find the corner of my room
And sit.
It's okay
I'm Safe
Now.
Hiding away from everything I feel has a sharp edge
Can't fight the thought
That everyone is laughing
And I don't get the joke
Because the joke is me
Wait. Am I?
Yes.
No.
Well...Maybe...
Yeah, I guess I am a joke.
Imagining a way to end this
Without hurting my friends
They have no idea
That I lost the one thing everyone has
The will.
To live.
And I'd give
Anything to get it back
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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.
