As tears run down her face,
she realized she's made a mistake.
An utter suffocation,
she's trying to hold on.
But the pain,
the pain's too strong.
The bloods running down her wrist.
Her eyes are going shut,
but she's trying to hold on
while voices in her head are saying something is going wrong.
She doesn't know where she is or even why she did it.
It started with a razor and a few little cuts
but became addictive and she cut too much.
Now she's laying on her bed,
wishing she could go back.
As the world disappears and everything goes black.
I was touched by this poem because I do hurt myself, and I know it is bad, but I have terrible anxiety and when I have nothing to do I get anxious, so I really just got worse and worse. I...
It Started With A Razor
Published: January 2008
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