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Escaping The Pain

Contributed by parkman on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 02:07:52 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I cannot help myself, it's like a disease
How I cut my body, the pain I release
It started all those years ago, I won't say why
Feeling better pulling my hair out, rather than cry

Stabbed myself with a pencil, through the back of my hand
Just because I was angry, you won't understand
The relief you get, it's like letting poison out
Cleansing my system, others scream and shout

My emotions build up, until I can take no more
I pull a razor across my arm, it isn't very sore
Scarring lines I make, coloured crimson red
Releasing pent up anger, as my body I have bled

I get so frustrated, there's only one thing to do
Maiming myself, before I would hurt you
Freedom from the torment, escape from the pain
Taking a knife from the drawer, I slash myself again

I'm not asking for pity, or trying to explain
It's how I deal with life, I am not insane
Lifes pressures get to you, feeling there's no hope
We all release the tensions, this is just how I cope





Copyright © parkman ... [ 2004-04-01 02:07:52]
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Re: Escaping The Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by twinkletoes on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 02:17:10 AM AEST
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Thank you. Answered a few of my questions. I just sit and stew about things. Like you said no one is wrong or insane it is just different ways to cope.

tt


Re: Escaping The Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 03:45:50 AM AEST
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Well-written and instead of just dwelling on hurting yourself you also explained why you did it...the last line really summed it all up, I think. Well done.


Re: Escaping The Pain (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 05:04:23 AM AEST
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These self mutilation poems convey a message that not many people seem to get; soo many are doing it that it's hard to find someone that's not and shocking to learn who is. I enjoy poems like this one. They make me miss the addiction i use to love. Since I stoped no one's been safe so it makes me wonder if I should start again.




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