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Mar 2013
The razor it lay
As it calls out my name.
Ready to play
His evil little game.

The pain scratches my chest
From the inside out.
Never giving me a rest
No matter how loud my cries
Its laughter never dies.

Temptation at my door.
Her repetitive knock.
Over and over.
She never seems to stop.

I want to win
But never will.
She’s just to loud
Must make it stop.
Must make daddy proud.

I fight and fight
But the pain is to much
An addiction as such
Is to hard to quit.

I know I’ve lost.
When the blood dances down my arm.
When the noises have stopped.
Things are steady.
Things are calm.
Till the blade is ready.
And temptation come back.

The cuts and blood
Stare back at me
With disappointment
As I pull down my sleeve
The game is over.
Now its just me.
Written by
Sarah Spencer  United States
(United States)   
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