Poem -

Razor blade soul mate...

Razor blade soul mate...

Romance me
Bewitch me
Listen to me
Undress me

Cut me
Feed me
Flood me
Love me

To tear my skin, but you make me feel
I'm strong, but then ashamed and weak
The bullying, the name calling, the misery
I'm blinded by daily airbrushed magazines

Caress me
Suppress me
Defeat me
Forgive me

Kill me?
Help me
Stop me
Stop me!

With one hopless cut, I begin to breathe
With the trickle of blood, I'm alive again
With my razor blade, I'm now able to see
With an innocent soul, becomes my pain

Slice me
Drain me
Find me
Save me
Please,
My vessel is cold
I'm not yet broke
Sย  ย  Aย  ย  Vย  ย  Eย  ย  ย  ย Mย  ย  E.....

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much Lisa, a bit of awareness this one, I've been pretty creative today ??

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Dean Kuch

I don't mean to get too personal, Wayne, but were you once a cutter?
The main reason I asked is because I had a very good friend during my senior year in high school who was. Although he was going through therapy, he took his own life on Christmas Eve, 1977. His parents found him bled out in the bathtub.
Horrible...
Anyhow, this sounds like a genuine cry for helpโ€”as if you've been down that dark road before.
~Dean

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Wayne Stubbs

It's ok Dean, no I haven't, I just seem to go deep within my thoughts from time to time, I think to myself if I think and write this kind of feeling, somebody has more than likely felt this kind of pain,ย 
I'm very sorry to hear about your friend Dean, I think in today's society there is pressures everywhere but I think there is more support out there today, but always can be improved, that's just my opinion Dean โ˜ฎ?

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Nine Eleven

I really enjoyed your poem Wayne,ย  it reminds me of my younger days when I use to cut myself, it wasn't a cry for help by the way and I wasn't really depressed, I use to carve my own tattoos but my wife made me get real tattoos to cover them up. I liked it though, I liked to watch my blood flow, there was something invigorating about it, anyway, great poem, I will delete this comment in a while so my daughter can never read it when she gets older. Can't have her getting any crazy ideas, come to think of it, I should really delete most of my poems.ย 

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much Gerard! Each to their own ?

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Tony Taylor

Hey WAYNE!!...... you did a great job getting in to the mindset of this dark character you've created here!!........ well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!....... high fives my friend!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo ??โ˜€โ˜€โ™ฅ ?

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much Tony! I've been pretty creative today with my different subject writes ?โ˜ฎ? brother!ย 

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John DeFoore Jr

"With one hopless cut, I begin to breathe
With the trickle of blood, I'm alive again
With my razor blade, I'm now able to see
With an innocent soul, becomes my pain"

Very true to life, very good insight
I enjoyed

โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹John

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks John,ย 
I know it's a strong subject, for me that's the challenge,ย 
again thanks ?

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