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My life is a dark abyss,
The therapist can't assist,
The cuts upon my wrist,
So deep I can't make a fist,
Losing you was the catalyst,
To all this pain,
I keep pleading in vain,
For you to take me back,
I am a hypochondriac,
Trying to fix shit that isn't there,
The events were so unfair,
But go on live your life,
Continue to twist the knife,
I get it; I no longer belong here,
This one is for you my dear.
The therapist can't assist,
The cuts upon my wrist,
So deep I can't make a fist,
Losing you was the catalyst,
To all this pain,
I keep pleading in vain,
For you to take me back,
I am a hypochondriac,
Trying to fix shit that isn't there,
The events were so unfair,
But go on live your life,
Continue to twist the knife,
I get it; I no longer belong here,
This one is for you my dear.
Published 19th Apr 2012
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19th Apr 2012 7:04pm
19th Apr 2012 7:55pm
I like what Kristany said, that this is painful to read. It is. I could practically feel my wrists hurting because this got so deep in my head. I love this poem.
19th Apr 2012 9:05pm
Anonymous
19th Apr 2012 10:43pm
Excellent rhyming scheme. Nice job.
