The story with a twist

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a poem i wrote about me

Submitted: October 24, 2011

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I can't paint lovely pictures. . .

but this story has a twist. . .

my razor is my paintbrush. . .

and my canvas is my wrist. . .

I drag  myself out of bed as if i am made of lead.

I go to school as if im not dying inside.

people all stare at the girl who selfharms.

"The emo" they call me. I turn to my name.

They act out slicing their wrists and let out crys of pain.

I hang my head in shame as i walk away.

I lie sprawled on my bed with my razor in hand.

Dreaming a dream that will soon become a nightmare.


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