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Incisions

Contributed by screwup on Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 06:28:49 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



I cut to bleed
tears of blood
I cut because
I feel like krud

the blade slicing
blood dropplets down my arm
cutting over scars
doing the harm

the blood flows out
just like my pain
as I stand here alone
and struggle in the rain

your insults and your curses
"your worthless, nothing to me"
I want to commit suicide
your daughter, you can't see

your love was never recieved
because all I herd
and all I saw
was the drunken words

why do I contimplate suicide
and cry so many tears
why do I worry about things
and have so many fears

I am invisible
a non-existant life
maybe this is why
I turn to the knife

my life in chaos
no love at all
maybe this is why
I jump to fall

Is there anyway
for a release to this pain
other than cutting
and going insane




Copyright © screwup ... [ 2004-10-12 06:28:49]
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Re: Incisions (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 06:33:42 AM AEST
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Is there anything to life, well I wonder what I see is pain and anguish, within your words, and from what you write is no wonder you cut, like me it is a way to escape reality.
But what I see in you is talent, a master of words, a designer of poetry, and maybe even songs, the talnet is there, at the moent fueled by pain hate rejection, yet, it is there, it shows in this poem, At least it is something for life, maybe only little but better than nothing, ah well take my words as you will, I mean no harm by them, just tend to speak from the heart.

Take Care always,

Karl


Re: Incisions (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 06:44:38 AM AEST
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very deep and sad, hope one day you will find another way of getting that release from pain,

takecare,

pixie xx


Re: Incisions (User Rating: 1 )
by Mandy2007 on Saturday, 26th February 2005 @ 03:16:18 PM AEST
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This is me. I've been cutting for a bout a month now. Whenever i feel pain, i turn to the knife. Keep writing and read my poems if you want!




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