[I felt like writing today]
Razor blades,
I feel rather empty today is something wrong with me,
I need to feel something again,
Just one more time,
Let me feel your great rush,
It's not a drug but addicting,
As I drip I feel rather accomplished with myself,
I just want to die,
There is no one here but myself,
All alone with myself and my razor blades,
I cry I’m scared if I go any father I will a succeed with my goal,
I stop and put it down,
Being taken over by it,
I scream only in my mind,
with no emotion,
I feel cold again,
I look at the gash,
Close my eyes,
I guess I’m going home,
There is no one here now but me and my razor blades.
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