Razor's Gleam
By TheReap
Here I sit with the razor at my wrist
No one wants to hear the problems I'm dealing with
I tried and tried to let it out
But I'm the type they never cared about
And as the light shines onto the razor
I see my blood flowing down the mirror
As time passes my heart turns to coal
And everything's dead except for my soul
In came the doctors and they took me away
And put me in a coffin where I'd have to stay
The time of the funeral it came to be
Lying in the coffin all the students I see
These weren't my friends, or so I had thought
'Cause they didn't care when for help I had sought
Hoping someone would realize and then they would say
If only one of you cared, just a little, one day
He would be alive, he'd be alive today
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Copyright 2004 TheReap
Published on Wednesday, August 4, 2004.
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On Friday, January 21, 2005, October Death
(18) wrote:
I love this poem...a boy in our school just recently died by committing suicide. And no one cared, they just came to the funeral to be out and do something. Really sad, and true for most people.
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A former member wrote:
I love this poem... Great work!!! Keep Writing!!!
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On Monday, August 23, 2004, Nesfurata
(58) wrote:
Wow, this describes how I feel so perfectly. As hard as I've tried I couldn't have expressed how I feel better than you did. -Elizabeth
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On Thursday, August 5, 2004, TheReap
(38) wrote:
This and my other submissions were probably written 15+ years ago