i grew up, i guess you could say not that good of a home. in and out all the time were these drugies along with my parents. ever since i was born my brother would say i was doomed to have a drug life. which he was rigth. i was around it all my life then my parents all of the sudden they stoped. i got so use to the smell that i started to do it. i was only 12. i know i was way to young. by the time... more »
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As the razor hits my skin,
And the tears flow,
All I think about is what happened before.
Before I pulled out the razor,
Before the fight and the lies.
As the tears flow like a stream,
Ilick them off like chocolate ice cream,
As th blood fills my wrist,
I whip it off before it hits.
Noone knows and thats how I like it.
Its hard not to turn to the pain staking habit,
But if you count how many,
Then you will see how many times i turn to the blood and tears,
Because of the pain thats inside if me.