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Space Of My Own

Contributed by nail-to-the-head on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 03:50:57 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry



holding all of my pain inside,
keeping it all away from everyone,
sitting up all night,
crying,
tears flood the paper i hold,
im writing to tell you,
tell you my secrets that hurt so much,
the sorry ink runs down the page as the tears hit it,
as so does the blood thats drains from my beaten wrists,
emotions all charge at once,
tears for what i am doing to me, to you,
hatred towards you, for pushing me to this,
a sharp pain, but not from cutting,
a smile creeps to my face,
a joy for my sudden release,
i know that it will be better off this way,
i will leave you my note,
but without a beg for forgivness,
just a plead to be left alone.

+ nail-to-the-head +
05.03.05




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Re: Space Of My Own (User Rating: 1 )
by xtremcalibur on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 04:10:47 PM AEST
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What are you thinking? Life is beautiful in the way you map it. You are the only one who can chose to make things right. By staying away from the negatives and looking towards the light. I got lost in some of your words, but I got the general picture. I just found it interesting enough to post. I would like you to give this write more thought. I would be interested in seeing the end result. It might even amazed you as to how powerful you can make it with a little more thought.


Re: Space Of My Own (User Rating: 1 )
by vampyrekiss on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 04:33:12 PM AEST
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awsome poem :) liked the ending keep it up babe
Vampyre




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