I-D-I-O-T

What a fucking loser!
How could I be so stupid?!
Why on earth did I run back to it?!
It's not like it made me happy before
Leaving it's dirty painful memories on me!
Scarring me for life!

I was doing so well
Until one night after arguing with 'them' AGAIN!
I hunted like mad for my razor blade...
I actually got rid! Well done me!?
Didn't stop me going to the kitchen draw
And picking out the biggest, sharpest knife I could see...

I stood there
Staring at its beauty with such an urge!
All thoughts of regret seemed to be gone!
I wanted the pain to go away!!

I did this before, I knew what I was doing.
I just wanted to feel relief!
Adrenaline pumping through me as I see the crimson flow

*Falls to the floor*
*Blood Running*
*Knife Drops*

Realizing what I've done
What a fucking twat I thought to myself
So what, we had an arguement!
Don't even go down that road again Lara I thought!!
I got through it last time!

I don't need my razor blade to bring anguish
I have my poetry!
Thats what makes me!
NOT A POXY FUCKING RAZOR BLADE!!!