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Hello? Anyone there?

I hear no response to my plea.

I sit in a room with two little windows.

From which I watch my life.

I can’t get out of this place.

So I can find the help I need.

To find happiness .

I need to breath.

But I can’t…

The razor is my only happiness,

To bleed…

Is my only breath .

I will be strong for the ones I love,
But why can’t I be strong for myself?

hmm welcome to df. hope you find a creative outlet for yourself here. your poem above-well it started off good you were discriptive and showed me a place instead of just told me about one, but then it changed and the focus shifted and I thought the ending was a bit weak. but you definetly have potential and I look forward to reading more.

It started out playful, and it ended tired and trite. As soon as I read "The razor is my only happiness," I grabbed my jacket and checked out. I recommend finding some other way to address depression (or angst, or whatever it is you have), because the ol' razor cliché is never effective. Not even Trent Reznor could pull it off.

I want to know what the feck the poll has to do with anything???

i agree with whatz already been said..so no need for me to say more

then again....your name...did you mean "bruised?"

cuz um....yeah