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My Hell On Earth
The blood rushing through my veins causing me to wish,
That I wasn’t alive again.
Causing the pain to come back from when I was dead,
It makes me want to die all over.
But something holds me back from taking the knife,
Holding it to my skin and slicing the skin off, bit by bit.
The thrill of the cold metal touching my throat,
Causing my heart rate to raise, bit by bit.
I want this pain to be over,
But I am afraid of my personal hell.
Will it be possible for me to escape,
And never to deal with the pain again?
Never to deal with all the regret and blame?
Maybe it will,
But I will never escape my hell inside of me.
That I wasn’t alive again.
Causing the pain to come back from when I was dead,
It makes me want to die all over.
But something holds me back from taking the knife,
Holding it to my skin and slicing the skin off, bit by bit.
The thrill of the cold metal touching my throat,
Causing my heart rate to raise, bit by bit.
I want this pain to be over,
But I am afraid of my personal hell.
Will it be possible for me to escape,
And never to deal with the pain again?
Never to deal with all the regret and blame?
Maybe it will,
But I will never escape my hell inside of me.
Published 20th Mar 2014
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Awe my beautiful friend i feel u on this. This pain lets u know ur still alive feeling this reality is the reason the cold steel doesn't go no further then just sitting on top of flesh.
21st Mar 2014 2:20am
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21st Mar 2014 2:19pm
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