self mutilation
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My father and I are one in the same;
according to some.
He hates math,
me too,
but I believe there are more similarities than not.
After all we have been through and got.
Medications, prescriptions,
Feeling alone and cast off tears flow
Black eyeliner stains my pale face
I turn to my best of friends
The straight edge razor blade
I tried to write poetry on my wrist
but the blood spread and smeared
and now I can't read a thing.
the tears erode my heart
as the colorodo carved a canyon
my life it fell apart
when you died myself my faith abandoned
