Playing With Death Poem by Brandi Knecht
Playing With Death
sitting here with a razor blade in my hand,
a new slit each comming day,
playing with death,
the blood comes but i make it stop,
i laugh at the pain,
playing with death! ! !
Thursday, December 7, 2006
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5/4/2024 9:07:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
that is what you do when you cut your self well not all the time but u love the pain i can so relate