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the razor blade kiss

i've done this before
i can't feel
the blood drip from my fingers to the floor
sitting in the dark corner
hitting my head against the wall
i can't believe it
that i've gone this far
through the window i watch the sky
the note lies on the table down stairs
they will soon find it and ask why
why would thier daughter do something like this
to end it all
with a razor blade kiss
Poem by HeartSearching