Every time i am down and depressed, <br />My hand pickes up the razor, <br />My hand moves to my arm and cuts it away. <br /> <br />The blood dripping, <br />my hand still cuts away and slices my arm. <br /> <br />The razor blade and my arm are stuck together, <br />Like best friends. <br /> <br />Its so hard to let them go, <br />My hand and the razor blade just cant let go....<br /><br />Rachel Beresford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-hand-and-the-razor-blade/
