Little Razor BladeA Poem by jumbie's #1 fanjesus is my anti-razor bladeLittle Razor Blade You are my one My only The one and only things that controls me Not my parents Not my friends Just this little scrap of metal With a razor sharp edge You're the only one who knows when I cry The only one who knows when I want to die No one else cares, no one else is there Just you and me The both of us watching my wrists bleed Using Using More and more Closing Closing Door after door But listen little razor blade, I hear a still small voice Whispering to me Quiet now, little razor blade This man could help me Look, little razor blade He wants to save me He cares, He wants to be there Let me go little razor blade I want to get better I won’t let my life go continuously through the shredder No little razor blade, I don’t need you He’s taking my hand now He’s leading me through You are not my one You are not my only He won’t let you control me You're just a little scrap of metal With a dull, weak edge He holds me when I cry He won’t let me die He loves me He understands how I feel Just me and him Watching these wrists heal
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Added on September 1, 2008Last Updated on December 8, 2010 Authorjumbie's #1 fanNorman, OKAboutAll my life, writing has been the one thing I've been good at. Of course, that's an opinion, and it depends on your tastes. Throughout everything in my semi-short life, writing is the one thing that c.. more..Writing
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