*eta: it's just a poem. Really. I've also written a poem about crack, doesn't mean I'm a crackhead.
Razors
how far does it have to go
scars dripping down
how deep to unchain
the sadness
to hit a nerve
and end the hurt
how deep to end the sobbing,
shaking fear
not good enough to know.
Poised on the precipice
of virgin marble,
ashen grey,
head lilting in silence.
How far does it have to go
before it stops
and hits
the bone
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((hugs)) Steph. I am praying for you
I love you Steph.
God's, and our, love to you Steph. YOU are an incredibly special woman, full of warmth, caring and such great insight. Please remember how much you are needed, loved and cared about.
Blessings!
stephie, please never forget how much you are loved and needed. i have you in my thoughts and on my mind constantly. the girls and i love you very much........
Steph, we all love you and care for you. Reach out when you need to for ANY reason.
It really depends on what type of razor you use. Are we talking stanley razor knife or exacto knife? Both have increadibly sharp blades and will get the job done no problem. Remember to always cut from wrist to elbow, amatuers go at ninty degrees and that is really just a pathetic attempt. Remember if you press too hard it might get stuck in bone and you are just trying to hit. Happy cutting!!!!
Good grief Steph, who all has access to your Blog?!?!
Are you talking to anyone?
I'm keeping you in my heart Steph and I truly pray that on this day the sun is shining just a little brighter for you. You've always spoken about your daughters with such great love and affection...I do believe they would be inconsolable if you weren't around for them.
Our thoughts are still with you Steph. You are loved, and a child of God...
Ditto Sandy and Steelcowboy's comments. Thoughts and prayers continue ....
Uh, it's a poem people.
Stewbie, quit listening to the weirdos and the sappy people. Just suck it up and get through tomorrow. Rinse & repeat... You're not nearly as weak as you like to pretend!
Don't worry, everybody. I'm fine. Really. Just words in my head, nothing more.
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