Liz Y

Razors

Copyright, Liz Y

For some odd reason I feel like cutting once again.
The feelings I have are bad,
I wish they would go away.
I don’t want to do this anymore,
I wanna stop.
I didn’t know it could be so hard.
But I feel the need to,
‘Cos I feel it’s the only release left for me.
People think I’m selfish,
They think I wanna kill myself.
I don’t.
I just want to harm myself,
so I can get rid of these feelings.
Pass me a razor or something sharp.
Give it to me.
Let it all out,
these are the things I can do without,
Savor the addiction,
Savor me.
I need it more than you know!

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