thy razors calling

i was a cutter and this is my poem to all you cutters out there...

i haven't heard the razors calling in months.

now i hear it.

now i feel it,

the tingling of my flesh,

as its drug across

my skin.

should i answer the call?

should i fall into temptation

with a broken heart?

or be brave...

the feel of silver on my flesh.

the feel of red.

as the blood seeps onto my flesh

keeps me answering the call of the razor

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[Nyida Strong]

Been there so many times... Be strong, darlin'.

N. Strong