RB (12/06/1991 / Cornwall)

My Little Razor Blade!

I think about my broken heart,
as i cut my arm apart.
My little razor blade so keen and sharp,
It couldnt match the pain i feel inside.

I've lost my feelings and all my hope.
All i have is this razor that is so sharp,
Here with me on my bed.

Family down stairs they do not know why,
My arm is cut so deep.

My arm bleeding.
My little razor so keen and sharp,
This makes my arm match my heart!

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Comments (1)

ohh this poem is so sad if ur cuting then u should stop