Razor Kissed Wrists
It's hard not to cry, not to be sad,
not to be aware of my scars, my razor kissed wrists,
I wear long sleeved shirts and smile to forget the hurt,
but i know my heart will fill with pain,
and its never the same,
when my sick little game starts again,
I cut way too deep losing too much blood,
staring down at my razor kissed wrists,
me secrets my lies,
every day i cry,
I've been taken advantage of too many times,
used and kicked aside i cut into my razor kissed wrists,
you see and you stare,
but i know you don't care,
you judge me by just on glance at my razor kissed wrists.
It's hard not to cry, not to be sad,
not to be aware of my scars, my razor kissed wrists,
I wear long sleeved shirts and smile to forget the hurt,
but i know my heart will fill with pain,
and its never the same,
when my sick little game starts again,
I cut way too deep losing too much blood,
staring down at my razor kissed wrists,
me secrets my lies,
every day i cry,
I've been taken advantage of too many times,
used and kicked aside i cut into my razor kissed wrists,
you see and you stare,
but i know you don't care,
you judge me by just on glance at my razor kissed wrists.
*just a poem i dont cut myself but i sure felt like it when i wrote this poem*
