I gave up my razor blades
I didn't even have the urge
Until you said “It's over”
Then I wanted to purge
You said we were over
And so was you're life
I couldn't deal with it
I had to find a knife
I handled myself well
But the urge was to strong
I had nothing to cut with
But I couldn't hold on very long
My friend gave me a razor blade
But by then I was fine
I had said I was sorry
And once again you were mine
I had wanted to die
All because i thought you may die
I believed you'd do it
But it was a lie
Now were together
And I'm not in strife
Never again because of a guy
Will I want to take my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope that's true Karina, & I hope things work for you, 'cuz love is d@mn h@rd work. It's difficult, yeah, but you're a better person for working things out & 'stickin' by your man', so you'll be okay, 'cuz I think you are stronger than any guy you're with, since they don't write poetry like yours, or bother to post it here. Shane