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Remedy of Wrist Cutting

Poetry By: Arunathoreweil

A big thank for my razor blade that keeps me alive !

Submitted:Aug 20, 2014    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Watching my blood seep through my wrist, Feels like being nurtured by a warm breeze; Dark blood oozes out of the veins, With no regrets, nor it pains ! Feelings are killed as I mourn, Tears are dropped as I moan; Why does my love beget an everlasting pain? Nobody knows my tears as I walk through the rain ! This razor blade leaves a bold scar, Your chains around my wrist drift me far; Every slice on my wrist is a crave for death, And it longs to stop another lifeless breath ! Tears are shed, heart is broken, words are hidden, My dreams, my hope, my love become all forbidden ! Just let this razor blade accompany me, As my every second has turned dark and gloomy ! You make me weep for your acceptance, You make me long for your another deceiving glance; Leave me alone, let me play this chello, Let this final goodbye undo our first hello !


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