Numb
The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily.
I am numb to the pain,
numb to the blood.
To numb to realize what is happening,
to realize what i'm doing.
one cut follows another,
and another,
until i can't stop.
The razor falls from my hand,
Blood drips down my arm,
tears roll down my face.
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
I am numb to the pain,
numb to the blood.
To numb to realize what is happening,
to realize what i'm doing.
one cut follows another,
and another,
until i can't stop.
The razor falls from my hand,
Blood drips down my arm,
tears roll down my face.
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
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