Despair

What happens a lot to me...
Picking up the razorblade
dragging it across my skin
finally, a reaction
tears sliding down my face
regret pooling in my heart
sadness flooding my soul
it has me now
I am prisoner
never to escape
only death can save.

By sara park
Published: 5/14/2008 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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