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blood to bleed
The razorblade inside my wrist
The pain is something I cannot resist
I bleed
So from my insanity I can be freed
The pain feels so amazing
I missed the sensation of my wrist burning
The old feelings of suicide are returning
And upside-down my world is turning
Right now death is all i desire
I want to die and burn in hell's fire
I know im still alive,but i feel dead
My mind is full of dread
I question my own creation
And the answer to that question is death,my new fascination
My clothes are a mess
Blood-stained but i could care less
I cant wait to close my eyes
And say goodbye to all the lies
No longer hearing my cries
For now,my body slowly dies
The pain is something I cannot resist
I bleed
So from my insanity I can be freed
The pain feels so amazing
I missed the sensation of my wrist burning
The old feelings of suicide are returning
And upside-down my world is turning
Right now death is all i desire
I want to die and burn in hell's fire
I know im still alive,but i feel dead
My mind is full of dread
I question my own creation
And the answer to that question is death,my new fascination
My clothes are a mess
Blood-stained but i could care less
I cant wait to close my eyes
And say goodbye to all the lies
No longer hearing my cries
For now,my body slowly dies
Published 9th Oct 2010
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9th Oct 2010 10:56pm
You read my mind when writing this, love it.... These are my thoughts in black and White.
10th Oct 2010 1:05am
You will never know in how many ways i can relate to this.
It made my lungs scream in acceptance of you, just due to a droplet of rain which held in itself a partial relief of being able to relate.
Read some of my older poems,
and you'll see what i mean xx
Keep on writing, and thank you
for the comment on my poem
It made my lungs scream in acceptance of you, just due to a droplet of rain which held in itself a partial relief of being able to relate.
Read some of my older poems,
and you'll see what i mean xx
Keep on writing, and thank you
for the comment on my poem
10th Oct 2010 3:58am
All that I've read of you has kept me on the edge. You combine pain and anger masterfully. You've written about things that only exist in the darkest, dank and deepest parts of my being, you're a braver poet than I. Thanks for this, you've inspired me and that's just what I needed xx, I'm new here and kinda' scared to post my stuff.
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22nd May 2012 11:58pm
I Love this. It makes me wanna go cut! Thanks!!!!
