Horrid Habit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Slide the razor across my skin,
Self destruction, a blissful sin,
I love to feel the sting, again and again.

Slide the razor across my skin,

Self destruction, a blissful sin,

I love to feel the sting, again and again.

Red pours out, Reminding me that I am alive.

But why?

I'm a waste of space, emotionless.

Except when the red pours out.

Then I'm here, with no doubt.

So let the blade kiss my skin.

I want it, I need it, I like it.

I'll never quit it.

Some call it a horrid habit,

I say it's a guilty pleasure,

But it's my life.

It's my hand,

It's my knife.

So please,

I beg you,

Let the steel slice my skin,

Let me feel alive again.


Submitted: September 06, 2012

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My Ria

I. Love. You.

Thu, September 6th, 2012 3:10am

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Haha thanks :) it's mutual

Wed, September 5th, 2012 8:15pm

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