There’s the
razor
There’s the
blade
There’s the blood
Dripping down to my
hand
There’s the
scars
That you never see
Each one carries a
story
Each one means something to
me
You never notice my
arm
Or hip or ankle
You just look at my
face
And believe my fake smile.
(all mine)
There’s the razor There’s the blade There’s
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Jul 31, 2011 10:30pm
