Despair
I'm sitting in the corner,shaking,
blood gushing from my arms,
am I going crazy?
A bloody razor lies infront of me,
not enough pain,
was all I thought,
I picked up the razor and rapidly slashed my arms,
the you come in,
you run to me,
you take the razor away,
a look of horror covered your face,
if only I realized what I've done,
I didn't only hurt myself,
I hurt you,
I try to talk,
to say I'm sorry,
I guess you already knew,
because,
you held me closer,
you didn't care,
how your perfect white shirt,
was now stained with blood,
of despair.
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