I'm torn apart.
Your razorblade kisses
Shredding every last hope that i have hidden away in my heart
What point is there in holding on now?
Why justify myself to faceless enemies that shouldnt exist?
I am a razorblade romantic
Waiting for the next cut
The next piercing blow
The next anything that makes me feel again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem