Razor Blades and Band-Aids

Razor Blades and Band-Aids

A Poem by Scooby
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reasons i write

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Razor Blades and Band-Aids

By: Nick Workman

 

If I unravled this notebook, my life would be empty.

I don’t write for you to look, I do it to be happy.

My pen bleeds my heart onto blank sheets of stationary.

Some people call this art, but I’ve just got a lot of weight to carry.

My chest and soul are on fire, and without this I can’t breathe.

But my problems are what inspire this heartaching release.

My past is full of shadows imparing what I could see.

Now, instead of lead or follow, I try to just be me.

If I get looked at funny, I know it’s just because they’re clueless.

No one will ever take this from me; just stare and wonder why I do this.

What I have done has formed who I am.

What I have become, you can see, is not a sham.

Every word you read, you witness my escape.

Take in all you need; experience my lonely fate.

© 2009 Scooby


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I love the line 'My pen bleeds my heart onto blank sheets of stationary'. Writing is art and art is life.
plur (peace, love unity and repest),
Calypso

Posted 14 Years Ago


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nice.... deff feel ya on that one

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Added on September 22, 2009

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