The Razor’s Edge

I feel like dying, tears coming

Down fast, looking toward to a future

Tainted by my past


Looking for the razor, I don’t

Want to feel, taste of blood

Assures me it’s all real


Not a dream but a nightmare

I’m living, took for granted

All that which was given


I hurt, I’m angry, my mind

Spins round and round, lost inside

Myself praying to be found


Bound and shackled, thought

I was free, fuck feeling and

Fuck reality


by, Frankie



2 thoughts on “The Razor’s Edge

  1. I like the way you describe the chaos of a mind unsettled by terrible emotional pain. The razor in the poem seems especially sharp and clear set against this background.

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