Slit Wrist
This isn't really a poem of my own, but I think it's good…
No; it's not love,
Though it feels like fire,
Burning right beneath your wrist,
Begging for a razors kiss
To free it from inside
Your skin
Though it feels like fire,
Burning right beneath your wrist,
Begging for a razors kiss
To free it from inside
Your skin

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- My Name Is Sarah...
- Abuse Me
- There’s Always Another Way
- !~Stranger~!
- Time Is Running Short
- Thinking Of You
- My Darkest Hour
- Staying Or Leaving
- The Diary Of A Cutter
- Confusion
- False
- Intoxicated By Death
- Come And Love Me!
- What Happens Now?
- I Need Help!
- Bleeding
- Suicidal Romance
- Ended Life
- Cut!
- And Then, Suddenly



