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Dance of the razorblade
Cut by cut
the blood runs free
drop by drop
no more fear in me
As to a rythm the razorblade dances across my skin
cuts my flesh and forgives my sins
as effective as addictive ecstasy
the blade takes total control of me
overpowering me with all its might
it conquers me and takes away my fright
when it first bites it stings a bit
by the second bite it's an adrenalin kick
by the third and fourth I see the blood
that testifies about every single cut
the cold metal comes to me in a time of need
when I am alone and must admit defeat
it comforts me when all is lost
but seize not to tell me about the cost
for the relief, I have to pay
by looking at my scars each single day
I long for the perfect day when I need it no more
when the razorblade and I don't need to keep score
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I can relate to this poem, unfortnately. Sometimes when I'm shaving my legs I find my rhythm and just watch the blood flow out of me. In my mind I know it's not right, safe, healthy. Yet, there is a side of me that just doesn't care anymore and tells me it's my body to do what I want, what I need to. There really is no high quite like the release of blood to help cleanse my internal "problems." I, too, look forward to the day, if it ever comes, when I don't want or need to hurt myself anymore.
Scary....too real....it's painful to think of you hurting yourself....but your descriptions are so vivid, your emotions so deep....they come through in your writing. That's what makes it even scarier!
That's good... I can relate to it.
this poem rocks keep it up!