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It's hard not to cry, not to be sad,
not to be aware of my scars, my razor kissed wrists,
I wear long sleeved shirts and smile to forget the hurt,
but i know my heart will fill with pain,
and its never the same,
when my sick little game starts again,
I cut way too deep losing too much blood,
staring down at my razor kissed wrists,
my secrets my lies,
every day i cry,
I've been taken advantage of too many times,
used and kicked aside i cut into my razor kissed wrists,
you see and you stare,
but i know you don't care,
you judge me by just on glance at my razor kissed wrists.
- by c h a i_b b y |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/19/2008 |
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- Title: Razor Kissed Wrists
- Artist: c h a i_b b y
- Description: ...........
- Date: 07/19/2008
- Tags: cutshurt
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Kage-Utsu - 07/25/2008
- wow......very good...could turn into a song.^_^'
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- c h a i_b b y - 07/21/2008
- It isn't a suiside poem, I dont even cut myself, i just like to write
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- Aesha Shona - 07/19/2008
- well written. i liked it. subject matter is over used these days though. but that's just how it goes.
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- Marael - 07/19/2008
- Suicide poems just don't impress me. Sorry.
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- Broken_Soul_Torn_Mind - 07/19/2008
- Sad. It makes me a bit uncomfortable. For some reason, it hurts a lot when I read this.
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