My Confessions
I grab a small razor,from my pink makeup case,
is it true that this razor,
will erase my mistakes?
It has succeeded once before,
but it just doesn't last long enough,
Why does my life have to be filled with misery?
Why does it have to be so tough?
I feel the seperation,
the skin particals ripping apart,
the blood drips caressing the floor,
but i still feel intense distraught.
I dig a little deeper,
hopeing to lessen the pain I feel,
hoping the void Inside me,
will eventually heal.
I place on my black wrist band,
I put the razor back in its place,
tommorrow I will do,
the same thing i just did today.
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