Comments about micaela petrsosky
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.