Crimson tears fall off my fingertips,
Onto my cold, tile floor.
As I sit there, alone,
So much pain in my heart.
I've been drinking all night,
Trying to get rid of this pain.
Nothing seems to help,
So I turn to my pretty razer.
You're not there to save my life,
It isn't worth it to you.
No one hears my screams,
My cries for help.
The longing for Love,
For care, for kindness.
No one is around,
No one to hear, no one to see.
You dont show me love anymore,
You don't care anymore.
You ignore me,
Then you blame me.
I'm done, can't take it anymore,
So I'll sit here on the floor.
Await my deep slumber,
As I stare at my razer kissed wrists....
What did you think
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i like this poem it is good. The razor kissed writs,
thats awesome.
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this is a really great poem. theres alot of emotion in it and i can completely relate to it. great!
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Wow, I must say this poem is amazing. I love on how much emotion you put into it, I can really feel like I was there. So well described as well, an image slowly started to emerge in my thoughts as I kept on reading. Last line was my favorite, razor kissed wrists... Great imagery.
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Thanks :D
Thanks for the comment. I've learned that when you write your feelings down you can create a masterpiece...or scare people lol
Anyway thanks again
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