Pleasure - Poem by Lauren Ruark
A pathetic statement reaches my lips,
I swallow it down, bit by bit.
I bite my tongue so they won't know,
The stories I have left untold.
The pain sends me into ecstasy,
they've taken everything else from me.
The blade is always there,
to lift agony that I bare.
The razor is my only friend,
It's always there in the end.
It doesn't laugh, taunt, or tease,
It's only use is to please.
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