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Cutting Free

Contributed by echomywurdz on Thursday, 4th December 2003 @ 12:25:49 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Started cutting in my earlier years
Few years have past now
Once nearly lost my life,
because i got to close to the vein with my knife

I watch the blood run down from my wrist
like a waterfall of over flowing blood
then sit back and cry
for i regret what i have done

just like an addiction...
like a drug
i cannot stop once i have begun

No one understands me
though they may try
They dont see why i cut
why i try to die

They dont understand the rush i get
just like a high, but straight to the wrist
But if you knew what i go through
they would cut to

They could experience the high then
just like i do, live my life break it through
Cut there skin just like me
bleed to death leave your family

Watch all the redness, watch the pain
Flow in through your body
And then out again

Free yourself let it seep out from within
End your life, cut your skin
Morbid beauty, such a delight
Insomnia will help me cut all through the night

Silly little addicted me started a few years after 3
Now still doing it, feeling the pain
Wanting to die more than ever before i go insane

Let me cut myself for one last time
Just so you know, i want to die
Let me do this, leave me be
I cut to deep
Now...im free

Copyright © echomywurdz ... [ 2003-12-04 00:25:49]
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Re: Cutting Free (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 4th December 2003 @ 01:17:01 AM AEST
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god this was vivid and triggering. Very good, simple but good in its simpleness.

Bobo (Joel)

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