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What I Bleed Without You
Contributed by
screwup
on
Wednesday, 6th October 2004 @ 06:54:23 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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dead like me
are you still alive
I will be by your side
as I cut my wrists
but its until the day I die
that I will part with you
in the shadows we still suvive
burning years is our life
we have so many scars
as we drown ourselves in blood
again and again
as we cut into our perfect skin
are we dying to feel this
crying for help... the both of us
looking in the wrong mirrior
will you say goodbye
I cannot walk alone
this is what I bleed without you
I feel like I miss you
even though I don't even know thw truth
are you still here
or are you up there
your face corses through my mind
and your tattered soul left behind
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2004-10-06 06:54:23] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: What I Bleed Without You
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kindredblood_dragon on
Wednesday, 6th October 2004 @ 06:59:40 AM AEST (User
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An awesome and vivid write, opening up what is in your soul, flowing words like red tears, from open wounds...your poem is written so well, and I do hope you choose to stay for your tallented mind will be severely missed.
Take care always. |
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Re: What I Bleed Without You
(User Rating: 1 ) by Hoots on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 12:33:38 PM AEST (User
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Great write. It kind of relates to my best friend and I. We both are cutters...big time. We cut alone and with eachother. We always say that if one of us kills ourself...the other will too...since we are completely lost without one another. We are both like zombies on earth...lifeless, numb....pretty much dead except with a pulse. But anyways...I enjoyed reading your poem. Now I know we are not the only weirdos...haha...jk. But keep writing...it's a great way to express what's on your mind.
Krystle |
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