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May 2009
3:48 AM EDT

Razor blade kisses

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She’s dreaming,

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It’s the nightmare again,

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She flying,

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Flying to see him.

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Just to find,

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That he’s not there.

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She’s bleeding; she wants to.

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It’s strange isn’t it?

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Her little silver friend,

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Her little blue towel,

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Her little clear bottle,

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She’s about to break down.

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She’s thinking,

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Don’t do it,

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Some other part says yes.

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So with one quick motion,

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She’s done it again,

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Again,

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And again.

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She’s stuck in between,

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Some place,

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Called misery and peace.

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Some where that everyone’s,

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Dying, hiding, or lying.

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Where some of us wouldn’t,

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Dare to go.

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A place that’s never calm,

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She opens her eyes,

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To see,

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That she’s been razor blade kissed.

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She holds the silver relief,

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In her hand.

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Opens her mouth,

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But cannot speak,

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Stuck on the streets of

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Misery and peace.

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She bleeds as she cries,

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As she watched the world,

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As they all say their good-byes.

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This time, it won’t be her time to cry.

Tags: cutting, injury, kl, pain, poem, self harm

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