Razor Blade
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Loading ...I’ll draw you a picture,
A picture with a twist,
I’ll draw it with a razor blade,
i’ll draw it on my wrist….
Filed under: Emo Poems and Poetry
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OMG!!!!!
i love you in a house
i love you like you with a mose
i love you in a car
i love you in a hart
i love
I think maybe life isn’t for me. It’s so hard it hurts to breathe every time I breathe. How much longer can I go on feeling this pain? Hopefully not much longer. I sit here crying as this razor begins to touch my skin it digs deeper and deeper as this blood flows out of me and I start to pray to God. I pray that one of these cuts will take this so called life away. As I carve the words ugly, fat, f**k up, ho in my body I feel better knowing I almost there now I’m almost finished. I’m almost done finally after everything I was put there all these names all these scars all these bruises all of this pain.
oh my god
you need some help
i love you i love you please get some help
p.s. i love razor blades xxxxx cut cut cut cut
i am thinking you may have problems in your life and if you seeking help i am a good listener.
plus i am an english teacher, the best ever my students love my class but they sure do play up!!
love meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
p.s CUTTING IS BAD!
i have a whistly nose & i love annabell
she plays the violin.
I AM MELTING…………..
X
i hate cutting but i have no choice to do it because my life is so f**ked upi and itsd the only way i can relieve the stress of f my shoulders is to see the blood running down my arms and it makes me feel in control my friends tell me to stop but no matter how hard i try i cant cutting is like smoking you cant stop but in the end it turns up killing you then your friends and family cant help you..your dead… no need to turn back…the suffering is gone because..your dead
Well ive been cutting and i feel like andrea i hate cutting my parents friends and family is trying to get me to stop and i try and it cant i know how u feel trust me!!
“Well ive been cutting and i feel like andrea i hate cutting my parents friends and family is trying to get me to stop and i try and it cant i know how u feel trust me!!”
thank you i can relate to you:)
i can relate to you all, this poem is just what i seem to do. IT MAKES ME SO HOT, MAKE ME WANNA DROP YOUR SO RIDICULAS I CAN BARELY STOP I CAN HARDLEY BREATHE, MAKES ME WANNA SCREAM YOUR SO GOOD TO ME. HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! xxx
When I cry, my tears turn to razorblades and cut my eyes.
I am blind. Why God? Why did you blind me? Am I not good enough? I give Satan my soul.
PS - I LOVE LIFE
PPS - RAZORBLADES 4 LIFE
omg i understand how u feel is hard 2 stp cutting but sum1 luvs u nd is hurting dem more den ur hurting urself
all you emo peaces of crap should get over your selfs. or cut down your arm rather than across it so we dont have to listen to your gay crap any more
i like your poem..not like you read these comments anyway….but all the same…
i’m not sure if you really cut…..but by the sound of this, only someone who knows what there doing could write it. .. but then again……
if its really yours, i have to say, i like it.
i like it alot.
not that you really care, cuz’ what people say dont mean a thing….what really matters is how you see yourself.
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now i’m freaking myself out…..
i sound like my mother….geez……………
(ignore me) -_-
will-i-am is singing avril lavigne and i luv u for that awsome!!! and i can relate too because with me its so addictive and plus my mom is tring to give me away for it
This Poem Has Been Reproduced,
Its Ages Old…
Sorry Its True
damn yall need f***ing help!
now thats wat im talkn about finally someone who nos wat there tlken about!!!!!
wo wow thats the exact poem on my myspace …
where did u get it?
i pretty sure thats my poem
Did You Know That George Bush Cut Himself Once When He Was A Kid… anyways, love the poem
two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
like an assasin … who does it for fun.
two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away…i’m done.
two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blows, leaving only one
the world i know disappears…like the setting sun.
poetry is deep depending on how you look at it, this poem is short meaningful yet little power is in it. wwrighting should express what you feel deep inside hint dark secrets or dreams that sicken the mind of others. well thats what my music story’s n poems consist of anyway lmao. =/ keep wrighting its all good,
As the blood comes the anger goes away
and i love the poem it is very good
razorblade’s are the ony think to get me through stuff so yeah i can relate to the poem
i like how u kept it short& simple. Those things usaly have more impact on a reader. But personaly i have cut. But im never going back. It intresting to see why people cut. Even though i hpe u dont cut/stop cutting i like ur withing.
Peace!
i know this is wrong
i know it hurts more then me
though i do it for myself
because everyone else
does just the same
just not in my way
i love myself
so why not see
the inside beauty of me
wow… you guys are getting a little violent doncha think? And if you don’t like it… THEN DON’T F**KEN READ IT! if you don’t like how people are relieving themselves of their stress then to dang bad because they will continue to do it until they find another way to relieve it. I still cut yes. But not as deep. I learned that it does make you feel in control but you don’t have to kill yourself just cut enough to see the blood. Trust me that’s enough to make you feel better. Just seeing the blood will help.
But I’m not one to tell you how to cut that’s just my suggestion you cut how you feel is right and I won’t jusge no matter what. i’m here for anyone who needs to talk if you don’t want my help ok then. And besides why stop cutting? IT”S FUN!
AND.. to all you goody goody two shoes out there who DON’T have a scar on your wrists or arms then f*ck off and leave us the hell alone!!! We roll our way, we believe it’s our way or the highway and I know a lot of you guys who are pretending to be little angels cut because I go to school with some of you and I know you better then that! So don’t be playing little angels with me.. I’m your worst nightmare.
And for you all who are on my side and do understand me and my type god bless you and I wish you all a good life and live it to the fullest extent!!!!!!! =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D
Idk if you wrote that but i found another version adn it sounds almost liek that
Im gonna draw a picture
a picture with a twist
ill draw it with a razor blade
ill draw it on my wrist
when the pictures done
a fountain will appear
it will drain away my problems
and make them dissapear
leaves are leaves,
stems are stems ,
when I bend my arm it always begins,
the bleeding begins…
the pain sears my flesh,
and at last I’m in control of this shiznit,
the pain is there and now I’m happy,
he left me for a whore and now I’m alone…
dang I guess that doesn’t really rhyme does it…? X.X just ignore me I’m talking like an idiot and my fingers won’t listen to my brain….. I guess thats why I have so many scars on my arms then? But if my fingers did listen to my brain I’d be dead O.o uhhhhh I just confused my self anyone wanna explain to me what I’m trying to say please????
P.S. CUTTER 4 EVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this poem is old……. i’ve read it before and i love it……. but there was more to it when i read it somewhere else…… here’s the original version:
I’ll draw you a picture
I’ll draw it with a twist
i’ll draw it with a razor
i’ll draw it on my wrist
and if i draw it correctly
a red fountain will appear
washing away my sorrow
washing away my fear
Who openly posts on some random poem site that they cut themselves? It disgusts me in a way. And don’t say that I don’t understand because you don’t know me, you don’t know anything about my life and you don’t know about any of my troubles or the bad stuff that’s gone on in my life. Some of you people must think that ‘cutting’ is cool. I can understand if people harm to relieve stress and yes, it can become an addiction and serious problem but jeez, you don’t publicise it to strangers unless you’re an attention seeker. If you really felt the need to tell someone, tell a close friend or someone who can help because, believe you me, it can work.
I think people who put things like ‘CUTTER 4 EVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ are pathetic. I’m not targeting on that person, I’m just saying that it’s not a way to deal with your problems, it’s a way to seek attention and gain sympathy, which I doubt you lot need any more of.
And to all the people who have put stuff like ‘if you don’t like it, don’t read it’, i will read it. Why? Well, because I have mentioned before, this is the internet. EVERYONE who owns a computer would be able to have access to this page. So just try to stop me.
I’m probably going to get a lot of hate comments about this, but I don’t care. I repeat, I DON’T CARE. Because, if one person reads this, and I doubt a lot of people will get this far, and agrees with me than that will be enough.
ANYWAY..
Sorry for the rant, back onto the poem.
I like it, it’s been tossed around a lot, yeah, but I like it. It’s simple, but it makes you look at it a different way.
heard it b4,
ill draw u a picture
ill draw it with a twist
ill draw it with a razor blade
ill draw it on mii wrist
and if i draw it correctly
a red fountain will appear
to wash away mii sorrow
and chase away mii fear
um, just saying
im a cutter…cutters are awsomee….
I sarted cutting myself when i was 13. My parents are divorced.My dad had gotten addicted to crack and he had pretty much cut me out of his life. One day i accidently cut myself on a nail hangin out of the wall. It was so awkward bc it felt so good, that could of just been the fact that i was depressed.Soon i began to cut myself on a daily basis with a razorblade that i always kept with me. I cut everywhere. I didnt care i just felt like i needed the pain. At 14 my friends started noticing how i always wore long sleeves or arm warmers even in the summer. They sarted telling me about how they were worried about me and that i needed to go talk to someone. I felt like i couldn’t talk to anyone. I was my own person. Who else did i need. My mom soon found out and i came home from school one day to find my mom in my rooom that she had trashed… she had removed anything and everything sharp from it..she almost checked me into a mental clinic but she was afraid she wouldnt get to c me and she loved me to much to let me go. THey made me quit cuttin all together. I would sneak in a few cuts here and there every now and then after that. I was like a smoker addicted to their cigerrettes.I felt i couldn’t live with out it. Im 16 ow and so far iv’e gone 5 months without a single cut. The urges get devastatingly horrible sonetimes. THey feel like there gonna take over me but i always seem to overcome it. That’s my story and i aint ashamed to tell it to anybody. I AM NOT an attention seeker im puttin my story out there so those who are really wanting to quit but are missing that extra push can find ther way. Cutting is a lot more addictive then ppl think. Don’t even try it once or it’s like a leech. It stays and gets stromger every time you cut… yourself.