Not sure of a title for this one

I did not ask to become this demon

You did it when you left me alone 

I didn't want this to be me 

but you created this when you left 

now darkness pain and suffering are 

all I seem be friends with now

depression cloaks me in sadness 

wondering everyday if this is it 

the day I break out the razor once again 

and drip precious rubies of life out my arm 

blood flowing down my arm like a river 

a sick smile across my face 

as the blade cuts my skin again 

why does this make me smile 

as another line appears on my arm 

why do I think this is ok 

or is it some demonic force within 

Why do I love this so much 

how do I make it stop 

or is there no end in sight 

will I end up slitting over and over 

of course I will for it seems 

the razor is my only friend

Reviews

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I like very nice and compact flow. Words are like swimmers at night pool . You create very moving piece with emotional laments and whispering. It's feel almost like a song or piece of music. When you start to describe self harming. It;s get quiet dramatic and reader can feel your pain through the own skin. Yes i can say this piece is sharp like your only friend. If this autobiographic piece . I hope you get better experience. I am member when i was young all was quiet sucks propably even me. But when i get older my life start slowly get more light. Only best and keep writing.