Razor
Hits wrist
Blood hits the floor
Clutching fists
Deeper
As it enters the vein
Black tears run down face
From the pain
Cuts All the way
Up the arm
This is the price
You have to pay
When you are
Unloved
Misunderstood
Not wanted
Razor falls
Head hits floor
Heart stops
This nobody has to take the pain anymore
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Written July 29th, 2006
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i really like this well done
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I liked this piece! I can relate..I know people say that alot..But oh well..I could picture what was happening in this poem...It had few words...But the words it had painted a picture...Great job!!
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great piece. very moving. i really never got why people cut and i still don't , but i would like to. i just don't think i ever will. any whoo great job with your poem .



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