i'm so tired
of being me.
I want something different
to feed my reckless need.
My hand reaches
for the razor
lieing on the table.
A drop hits the floor
and the razor just
wants more.
It bites deeper
craving the blood
that is now running,
flooding the ground
beneath my feet.
Everythings in slow motion
and my hearts slowing down.
I can hear each beat
as i crash down.
I watch the razor spin
as it ricoshays off the tile,
that's crimson from the blood,
that just wouldn't stop screaming
to become my personal flood.
"Aren't you proud mother?" goes through
my mind...as my mom walks
in on my morbid crime.
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shit, i should've known i would've be triggered...
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"cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?"
I am member of the ~Self-InjuryClub
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Your just out to break my heart. </3
And the rain fell. falling, it was rain, but having fallen, it was blood. -edgar allen poe-
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~*~*Scarlet tears and crimson regret rain down from what might have been*~*~
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Your just out to break my heart. </3
And the rain fell. falling, it was rain, but having fallen, it was blood. -edgar allen poe-
Line 7: lying
Line 17: heart's
Line 21: Ricochets
Great work!!
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Your just out to break my heart. </3
And the rain fell. falling, it was rain, but having fallen, it was blood. -edgar allen poe-
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No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try.
Please come to my gallery
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Your just out to break my heart. </3
And the rain fell. falling, it was rain, but having fallen, it was blood. -edgar allen poe-
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No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try.
Please come to my gallery
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