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As he walked around full of dread,
His life was unraveling like a spool of thread.
He wanted home.
He wanted to feel the pain.
He busted through his door and slammed it shut.
He ran up to his room, tears tearing at his cheeks.
He needed the metal.
He needed the pain.
He ran to the bathroom, metal in hand.
His parents heard the door slam and the lock click.
He felt the anger.
He yearned the pain.
He closed his eyed, and tilted back his head.
He dug the metal in his wrist, a single tear racing down his face.
Rubies ran along the metal and jumped to the floor.
He finally met the pain.
- by Duke of Balls |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 02/04/2009 |
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- Title: Yearn The Pain
- Artist: Duke of Balls
- Description: Well, i wrote this poem in my cutting days, and now it reminds me of how stupid i was back then...
- Date: 02/04/2009
- Tags: yearn pain
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Comments (1 Comments)
- x-blushinq - 02/04/2009
- omgg ): alot of people do it its not cuhs you guys are stupid its jus tthat it felt better and it relieves good pain you just wanted pain plus pain and its alright its not your fault but by doing that its not okay cuhs you're in a good danger when you do it alot it makes me sad but its nott cool even if its helps you ): im just glad your done with your cutting days .
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