[Razorblade Glares]

Writers block poem.

Razorblade glares.

Burning stares.

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Who are you to judge the scars on her wrists?

Her past had a terrible fright.

She is misunderstood, her soul breaking, I insist.

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She cries,

Cries out for help.

Can she feel safe?

Will she fall for their lies?

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Her perception of your feelings,

may be more than you think.

But your verbal abuse,

Brings tears to her eyes.

In the bloody bathwater,

she is sure to sink.

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Her pained heart.

She needs a saviour,

her very being,

is torn apart.

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Razorblade glares.

Burning stares.

Author's Note

This isn't that good, so please no hate comments.