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A Broken Razor

Her face was worn, her body torn,
she wished that she was never born.
Pain in her cries, scars on her thighs,
eyes full of hurt and a mouth full of lies.

Her screams silent, her mind violent;
her blade was her only compliant.
Another slit, just one more hit,
another reason to commit.

It was rough, she had enough;
the world around her was much too tough.
She put a gun to her head, bled and bled,
congratulations, society, she’s dead.



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ISeeTheStarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 1:19 pm:
this literally made me almost cry... you have a gift, and if you are ever in need of someone to talk to, i am always here. if you have a twitter, follow mine, Indi.Sparrow and i will help you with whatever!! <3
 
BleedingDarkness replied...
today at 7:45 pm :
Thank you so much. I followed you on twitter (I'm aznlurve). I love poetry and it means everything to me.
 
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411EllieThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Oct. 3 at 11:28 pm:
beautiful and moving
 
BleedingDarkness replied...
today at 7:43 pm :
Thank you! It means a lot :)
 
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