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a simple sin to commit within so much pain...
Contributed by
pollyamik
on
Tuesday, 4th October 2011 @ 10:46:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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So we cut to feel pain.
They sat to stop.
That we will not gain from this self preformed pain.
That one wrong cut could bring a bloody end to our very name.
But what do we care?
We want to die just the same.
So comes another slit another slash another scar another drop of blood.
We scream,
We cry.
For with every cut we wish to die.
We wish to have angel wings.
We wish to fly.
So deeper we cut.
And more we bleed.
In the vein this knife I need to seed.
A simple sin to commit within so much pain.
Sick of all the fake little games.
Or the fake smile on our face every day.
We want to be happy.
So we set blood takes its place.
We feel alone, alone in the night.
Suicide through the blood just might be the way out of this stone cold night.
So with the knife to our neck we count to three.
And slowly bleed out.
Move into the night where I can finally see.
~polly~
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pollyamik
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2011-10-04 10:46:33] (Date/Time posted on
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