I have done it again.
I have let the razor break through my veins.
I couldn't stop myself,as I saw the person I thought
I was done with, hurt me.
Paralyzed
Obsessed
Weak
At the same time as I loved it.
The pain felt so good.
But the pain in my heart was like death.
I felt so ashamed.
Even though it was only one scar.
My life goes on repeat.
Like a broken record.
I need something to fill this empty space in my heart.
Tell me what you think
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this is good
lots of imagery and very well written
bravo
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How ironic that when the world hurts us, we hurt ourselves for being such a victim.
I hate irony, and the way the world makes me feel as well.
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Well Penned
Love this! awsome write, i didnt just like one part I loved the whole write! very nicely expressed, ass soon as i saw razor, i started freaking out, but you made it work, lolol! -
Cute girl. Sement thats the thing!
No, I wan't ruin this wery nice poem with my jokes and silly comments.
Wery good poem, write more girl!
Peace out! -
Deep poem, very impressive work!
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