anna sprague

Rookie (4/19/92 / Michigan)

Razorblade - Poem by anna sprague

its only cold metal
but is quite sharp
as i slid it across my skin
i know its my only friend
i wont feel it
but as the blood comes i feel relief
it runs down my leg and it wont stop
but i dont care
i want to die


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008



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