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Inadequate Modern Medicine
Contributed by
liquidchaos
on
Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 01:36:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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once again
i've given in
let calm replace anxiety
16 new scars
i'll have to show
when the healing of skin heals my soul
and no one yet knows
of the pain that i hide
they're content letting me keep it inside
but each time i spill
it seams a part of me dies.
am i too lost to be saved?
i've been called couragious
for ignoring the lie
that the only solution is forfit
courage is not me.
every time i "die" i need a new wound
to bring me back to this pitiful reality.
i lived the lie of mania
i couldn't sleep
couldn't eat
couldn't think.
but now i rest comfortably
knowing i'm sane
as long as i have my knife.
but i can no longer write.
every time this pen touches paper
i fear the paper will be seen
by the piercing eyes of those in ignorance
those who bring ridicule and stupidity
and so my inspiration has dissolved.
evaporated.
as i watched my notebook burn
i realized that everyone was wrong.
for as long as there are beings walking the earth
that could think to destroy such emotion
without a backwards glance
death will bring an answer.
and so i will embrace it.
as each wasted heartbeat draws it closer.
i'm pleading for it to take me
no modern medicine can remedy the broken heart of this broken spirit.
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liquidchaos
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2004-05-17 13:36:30] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Inadequate Modern Medicine
(User Rating: 1 ) by KJVslf on
Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 03:42:32 PM AEST (User
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I've wondered about those that cut themselves. Your description helped to enlighten me.
every time i "die" i need a new wound
to bring me back to this pitiful reality |
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