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My confessions

Contributed by -why_not_let_me_live- on Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 08:07:28 AM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry



I was a cutter, depressed to the core,
I know what its like, to not wanna live anymore,
I hated myself, my life, my world,
Always under pressure, from the same little girl,

The only way i could cope, was to cut,
The pain was comforting, the scissors were blunt,
It felt like my problems, were seeping away,
Just like the blood, do i dare say,

But as the darkness, leaves my soul,
I see now, what i couldnt before,
The world really is, a beautiful place,
My friends relieved, to see a smile on my face,

Ive left the scissors and coumpas behind,
The cuts on my wrist are permantly dry,






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Re: My confessions (User Rating: 1 )
by bethers_is_my_baby on Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 01:24:34 PM AEST
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Im a cutter, i have many times tried to stop, i guess im just not ready yet.. its good to see you have recovered though... keep up the good work, i know it can be hard sometimes

PEACE


Re: My confessions (User Rating: 1 )
by Drapes on Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 03:55:56 PM AEST
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Very nice! I'm glad you see how great things really are!
-Drapes


Re: My confessions (User Rating: 1 )
by no_1nos_me on Sunday, 26th March 2006 @ 05:22:10 PM AEST
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I wait for the day that i stop the tears i bring forth but until then i try and what i just read gives strenth




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