Razors and ScissorsMature

I wrote this back in 2008. I just found it somewhere in stack of poems.

Razors and Scissors are my new

best friends. Yeah they are, they have

always been. Loyal to me, they would

never leave. They love me so

much but my skin gets more love.

I haven’t felt this good since I was

fourteen years old. I love the way it burns my skin.

I love how the scars look so beautiful in it.

Blood keeps dripping and I forget everything

in my life. This is why razors and scissors

are my new best friends.

The End

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