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Addiction's Rage

Contributed by PsychoticDreamz on Wednesday, 8th January 2003 @ 03:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



I pop a couple pills
sit back till they take effect
7 more wont hurt
compared to what I do next
I pull out the razor
begin to slice my arms
the crimson red is so beautiful
What could be the harm?

My clothes are stained from the gore
lying in my pool of red
I still have to cut some more
Im still not yet dead..
Must inflict more pain
the pain which I love
dont care what happens next
laying on my back looking above

My urge has been filled for now
no more cutting for today
just lay here till the bleeding stops
to cut again some day...
Maybe one day I'll get some relief
for all I do now
is cause my parents grief
doesnt bother me though
since they dont really care
they never could notice me
and all the signs that were there

Now I'm stuck on slicing
and this must for these pills wont stop
I try to keep the knife away
and these pills that I bought
I always mix them when I'm angry
not at myself or at my life
I'm angry at my mother's husband
and my father's wife

My family has never been there for me
even in my time of need
they never tried to get my off drugs
even my mother was on weed
I don't believe these are my real parents
if they are that'd just sad
they shouldv'e taken classes
before having all the kids they had
I must go though
for I must cut again
My life never changes
for the razor always wins




Copyright © PsychoticDreamz ... [ 2003-01-08 15:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Addiction's Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by fancyface4898 on Saturday, 11th January 2003 @ 11:12:54 PM AEST
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That is very sad. I am so sorry that you feel you need to cut yourself and take pills. I was there once and that is never the answer. You have to be willing to live for yourself. Suicide is never the answer


Re: Addiction's Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Sunday, 2nd February 2003 @ 01:53:54 PM AEST
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wow, i've been there - its not a good place to be! hope you can find the strength and help you need to stop - believe me, the rush of not doing it is far greater than that temporary release. keep writing xxx




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