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Misunderstood
Contributed by
blackroses_bleedinghearts
on
Monday, 7th December 2009 @ 01:59:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Where could I turn?
There was nobody else.
So then I turned
To you for help.
You declared me a freak
And turned your back.
I got real upset
And began to hack.
I'll use anything
That's shiny and sharp.
Like knives and razors-
They're my figurative tarps.
I slice at my skin
For my heart has been torn.
My short sleeve shirts
Shall never be worn.
I watch in fascination
As blood pools in my cut.
And I always want more.
I'm stuck in a rut.
No one understands
Just how I am feeling.
Can't understand
What makes it appealing.
It's hard to find words
To describe all this pain.
I live only to hear
My razor calling my name.
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blackroses_bleedinghearts
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2009-12-07 13:59:25]
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Re: Misunderstood
(User Rating: 1 )
by Gothchick on
Thursday, 10th December 2009 @ 06:32:56 AM AEST
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| Cant call it beautiful, cause its rather sad, but greatly writter is a better word. not quite often would one write something like this . scared of the reactions i guess. Nice job ! |
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Re: Misunderstood
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by vickil84 on
Saturday, 26th December 2009 @ 12:53:26 PM AEST
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| Well written. Deep and emotional and I can relate. Keep safe xxx |
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