Razorbladeno one really understand me,
the blood is in my thoughts.
Cut and you will feel calm,
Cut and you can die.
I like to know that I can die,
but I also like to tease the death.
The razorblade lies on the floor,
it's cold and real.
My scars tell the story
of my unstable reality.
Come and get my out of here,
show me the right way, if there's
Poetry by Calle
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Written on 2005-10-22 at 21:40
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