As I drag the razor, <br /> I feel the relief, <br /> the moment I started after awhile the moment it ended <br /> because of to make things Worse to make me loose it, <br /> the more I went deeper the braver I got, <br />every time made it more life threading, <br />every cut deeper then the last, <br />until it was too deep, <br /> as I lay here and try and pass. <br /> <br />Jessica Lee Workman<br /><br />Jessica lee Workman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutting-52/
