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the razor is hidden away in my draw
but my wrists cry for more
this addiction is getting the best of me
the pain is all i can see
nothing else can i feel
but the sharpness of the razor
as it slides down my skin
i laugh and cry
this is how i spend my nights
hidden away from any light
with my razor trying to kill the pain
but it just brings more shame
it only numbs my aching soul for a minute
i can never win with it
so maybe i should take the razor and run it across a vain
and slowly fade away
- by hot mess 69 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/03/2008 |
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- Title: Addicted
- Artist: hot mess 69
- Description: ..
- Date: 12/03/2008
- Tags: addicted
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Comments (5 Comments)
- StxchStxch - 06/23/2023
- Lol that image wtf
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- xIsSuEsX - 12/16/2008
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I love it!
5/5 ^_^ - Report As Spam
- prettycaity2 - 12/15/2008
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I like <3
For the refrence pic you is that???
Comment the answer on my profile
5/5 - Report As Spam
- xXCuddlie_Yet_ViciousXx - 12/06/2008
- wow. this is a very emotionally derived poem!! 5/5
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- Fantasy_of_Strange_Things - 12/03/2008
- This Is Very Displeasing. 5/5
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