As I drag the razor,
I feel the relief,
the moment I started after awhile the moment it ended
because of to make things Worse to make me loose it,
the more I went deeper the braver I got,
every time made it more life threading,
every cut deeper then the last,
until it was too deep,
as I lay here and try and pass.
Jessica Lee Workman
Deep. Sad and depressing. Well written, I like it. Keep it up.(:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's like the start of an old horror movie, you know when stuff was really suspenseful.