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The Unseen

Contributed by lilblkcat on Sunday, 11th February 2007 @ 09:52:02 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry



It’s raging inside of me
With nowhere to go
I feel I’m going crazy
Like I’m losing all control

I grab my trusted knife
I place it to my skin
Putting pressure and dragging it
Blood leaks from within

All the emotions inside of me
Begin to take a form
The pain starts to subside
When I feel the blood that’s warm

Scars mark over my body
I’m ashamed of what I do
I wear clothes that cover them
Hoping that nobody knew

Why must I feel this way
Every time I’m in pain
If I continue to do this
One day I may strike a vein

Controlling something that can’t be seen
I don’t know how it’s done
I must put it in physical form
Or else the pain has won

One day I’ll find my way
To control the unseen
But until that day comes
I guess I’ll stick to the routine




Copyright © lilblkcat ... [ 2007-02-11 21:52:02]
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Re: The Unseen (User Rating: 1 )
by jdawg on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 12:57:24 AM AEST
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wow, Im left speachless. as though sad and similar to what i used to do, I found my cure through poetry, instead of afflicting myself, all that I felt and all that was bothering me, hurting me, etc.. I put to poetry. and As though at times I still feel the pain, gives me the source I need to write another. And as far as this poem goes, You make me feel what you are saying, great write. may all your dreams come true.
always
Justin


Re: The Unseen (User Rating: 1 )
by ashleigh on Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 04:01:42 PM AEST
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I don't really know how I got over doing that, I don't know what changed... what I did differently... or what. This one kind of made me lose my breath because it's like... my past, you know? People found out about mine, though, and my parents are utterly embarrassed at every scar on my body. And now every time i have a new "boo-boo", they pound me with questions and tell me not to pick at it. Quite annoying really, as I know I gave myself the wound itself, (I know I said I stopped but I just meant stopped with the sharp objects part.) but still. Hope everything gets better! :]




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