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This isn’t suicide it’s freedom
As I sit and think of all the pain
I start to realize, what will I gain
The shape blade against my skin
In the beginning it feels just like a pen
Red drips from my arm
I think what is the harm
When it hits the ground
The world spins round
When the deed is done
The pain you caused is gone
When you see the scars
You will never know how far
This pain goes back
I`ll never lose track
Of all this pain
That I have gained
I start to realize, what will I gain
The shape blade against my skin
In the beginning it feels just like a pen
Red drips from my arm
I think what is the harm
When it hits the ground
The world spins round
When the deed is done
The pain you caused is gone
When you see the scars
You will never know how far
This pain goes back
I`ll never lose track
Of all this pain
That I have gained
Published 19th Apr 2011
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19th Apr 2011 3:42pm
Anonymous
19th Apr 2011 3:58pm
You wouldn't either since you're (ah.. what's the word?) oh, yes, right. Alive.
20th Apr 2011 5:04am
I like the feeling of serenity that this write creates. Kind of like bleeding yourself of all that haunts you, if only 'living' were that easy. Not a half shabby poem.
20th Apr 2011 2:27pm
