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Razor Talk

It's cold and hard,
Sharp...
It can't hear your pain.
You use it to write your sorrows.
You slice it across your skin.

It's weakness,
An expression,
It's nothing you are.
So why can't you express yourself,
With words instead of a razor?

I see your sorrow,
I see you pain,
But I can't understand why I can't hear you cry.
It takes a lot to stand without that crutch.
But you need that strength...
Not the cuts.

And when you drag the blade across your skin,
Does it feel right?
Does it soothe you?
Have you even admitted your pain to you?

Why can't you voice your pain?
I'm always here to listen.
Why can't you see,
That the pain you are writing,
Is the pain you can't speak?

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  • ml12
    July 22
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    I liked the frustration that underlies this poem and I know that I have felt that frustration a few times in the past. I'm glad that you have expressed that side of cutting (or self-harming), because it does effect many people. In particular, I enjoyed the line "But I can't understand why I can't hear you cry." Good luck in the competition

  • Christine4tw
    July 22
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    awesome

    Well written.