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The Pain
The Pain is to much.
Only a blade can cure it.
I sink it into my skin.
But it is just a num feeling.
So i sink it deeper until it feels good.
I fall into darkness.
I move the razer up-to my throat.
But move it away not daring of what would be next.
The demons in my lie haunt me and tell me to do it.
Move the Razer to your throat they say.
But i cant .... I wont let them control me.
I claw my way out of darkness and scream onto the top of my lungs.
But no one comes.
Only a blade can cure it.
I sink it into my skin.
But it is just a num feeling.
So i sink it deeper until it feels good.
I fall into darkness.
I move the razer up-to my throat.
But move it away not daring of what would be next.
The demons in my lie haunt me and tell me to do it.
Move the Razer to your throat they say.
But i cant .... I wont let them control me.
I claw my way out of darkness and scream onto the top of my lungs.
But no one comes.
Published 18th Aug 2012
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