Humerous Razor

Humerous Razor

A Poem by Ashley White

I wanted to die...and I still do...letting the blade carry me away but I have him to help me!

A razor kissed my wrists and drew scarlet...

My adrenaline drains from my worthless body...

A smile of humor crosses my face...

Don't you see...I can not die...

My body is a prison...

My voice a trap...

My eyes are the gate..and it locks my fate..

why would you enter...

You hear my screams as I am amused....

How can I love or be loved when my body bares the scars of

 wars previously fought..

Each battle never ending just a break for rest...

Yet he kisses my lips..

He holds me close...

He enters the gates of hell to only put the fire out...

My amused smile turns to curiosity and laughter...

His love is my heaven and his heart is my place of rest after

  the battle...

Acceptance in his voice...

Life in his eyes...

Perhaps even he can turn a dance with a devil into a soothing

 lullaby in his arms :)

© 2014 Ashley White

Author's Note

Ashley White
Another poem from my Google+ page

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This is how it was with me and my boyfriend, but in reverse. I've never cut myself, but he has in the past, a lot.
I like how you're able to express yourself. Life's painful times can sometimes be worth getting through in the end. It sounds like we both have incredible guys. :)
I hope you were able to put those days behind you.
Keep writing.

Posted 6 Years Ago

The only musical accompany that would match this is my choice

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on April 14, 2014
Last Updated on April 14, 2014
Tags: razor, blade, emo, help, need, love, him, boyfriend


Ashley White
Ashley White


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