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Cutting
Im an addict, i need to stop it though... my arms look like they have been grated a thousand times. but it feels so good, when the blade slices through, how can i stop...just for you?
im shaking when i dont, shaking when i do, and onto this paper my feelings spew...
i want the blood to drain, i want to die, but i dont want you to know about my lie...
"ill give up" i cant "i throw the blade away" i cant
i need it to survive, it is my life, i need the metal to control my stife... my pain
i cant seem to stop the crying, th lying, i cant seem to think about anything but dying...
SUICIDE!
let me commit my
SUICIDE!
let me hide my
SUICIDE!
just let me die...
I CANT KEEP UP THIS LIE this long lasting spew of a thousand lines of an ethical rhyme to shread the pieces and bleed for time
SHUT UP i constantly tell myself to give it in, but im trying so hard not to commit the sin... I NEED TO CUT i dont care... I CANT BARE IT.. i need it...now...
no i cant... i cant break this promise... i just want to know how long this... (will last?)
FUCK IT
let me just
DO IT
let me just
SLIT IT
my wrists need to
DRAIN THEM!!
untill the blood is lost...
suicide for cutting, this bleeding is stopping... and i fall to the floor... im sorry i broke the promise
i really like this poem... i think you'd really like my friend... her author name is Fallen Child. i really like this poem though- i can relate, believe me. i dont cut anymore but i still love pain, it's just what im use to. keep writing
-kd
"suicied is the ultimate fuck you"