razorblade

i look down

at my scared up wrist

the scars are explainable

i have excuses

no one knows the truth

just the made up stories i tell to hide the fact i cut

i dont do it for attention

i dont do it for fun

i do it for all my pain

inside and out

razorblade

my friend

whos always there for me

till the end

be honest,do u like it?

By me, right now

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imoutyo
October 18, 2008
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yeah
MelissaLynn
October 17, 2008
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this is good but cutting wnt solve ur problems
The Jigsaw Poet
October 17, 2008
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hey there,this poem is so simple and yet so strong, ur poems are great but its such a shame that u have reason to write such stuff, If i tapped my heels together an said there's no place liike Florida 3 times in a row wot do ya reckon are my chances of gettin there? keep writin an i'll always keep readin
ladyhelenaofsorrows
October 16, 2008
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this is cool, i like how the word razorblade has it's own line.