Do I wright good or not?
I've been told i wright good poetry, but I'd like to hear your opinions (sorry its so long)
Razors all over my bed, I look at all the new cuts I've made on my self. Going back to old ways of solving problems, no longer caring for those around me. I look at the red all over the bed and floor, and me. Do I care at all, no, not in the least bit. I take up another razors and make a long red mark down my arm lets see what you feel