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Lives and Knives
When I was young
I played with knives
and cut myself
many times.
As the blood dripped down
I never could have known
what I had found.
Drops that led
to a million tears
and a life paralyzed in fear.
An end to the suffering
no where near
all I wish is to die
of that I have no fear.
I dream of you
to be with you
to lie in your arms
a dream never to be.
So my life goes on.
But who would send
this curse unto me?
I played with knives
and cut myself
many times.
As the blood dripped down
I never could have known
what I had found.
Drops that led
to a million tears
and a life paralyzed in fear.
An end to the suffering
no where near
all I wish is to die
of that I have no fear.
I dream of you
to be with you
to lie in your arms
a dream never to be.
So my life goes on.
But who would send
this curse unto me?
Published 17th May 2015
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Anonymous
20th May 2015 4:15am
I understand the similar feeling in this. I can relate to it in a way. You did awesome. keep it up :)
21st May 2015 12:17pm
I'm sorry to hear that but thanks! Unfortunately it's something that far too many people have felt. Then again who am I to say that?
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