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Poem Details
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| Title: | that razor that gal ! |
| Author: | chanelle pearce |
| Date Submitted: | 11/9/2012 |
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She lies there, she cries there she just cant escape. she cant escape as much as she needs to. Cut, cut, cut, and cut is what she seems to do, it tells her that the pain will fade away just for now. As she lays in her bed staring at her scars on her arms, she waits for the next day to creep up on her. The clock ticks to seven, she wishes she is going to heaven, she craws out of bed whilst her mother snores in bed. She goes into a bathroom and locks herself in, she looks in the mirror and she thought no way. she seen the razor and reached out to it. She pulled it back and led it on her arm. She closed her eyes and seen a flashback as the blade cut her. She felt the coldness in her soul. A tear escapes but only that one. It runs down her face, she drops to her knees. The suffocation and all the depression you can see in her eyes is full of sadness and a trap she fell into. As she unlocks the door to grab a long sleeved jumper she covers her scars with tears in her eyes. She walked to school on her own. Almost at school, she saw the gal who caused all her depression. she felt uncomfortable and tried to avoid her. She approaches her with a gang of gals and the gal punches her in the face as a nice greeting. After this she has a face full of blood, she dont let them see her cry. They bring her down once again and she thinks of the razor. As she slowly dies inside they pour a bottle of coke over her head as a nice goodbye. They call her a tramp from a distance and shout i will get you later. When she got into a toilet at school she got a razor from her bag and cut herself again just once. As much as she wants to escape, she just cant.... |