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I cut my wrists
To take away the pain
Of living with my family
It makes me insane
Blood flows from the side
Too much to clean up
There no way i can deny
Or have a cover up
Each time i sob
Because its my addiction
I dont know why
I like this infliction
My family doesnt notice
But i know they wouldnt care
My scars hidden by wristbands
Its something i cannot share
One day i slit
Deeper than the rest
I guess in the end
I got my request
After so much sorrow
I finally die
Everything feels light
I breathe a heavy sigh
In the end
My body curled
All i had were bloody wrists
And nothing else in this world
- by XxSinful_SuicidexX |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/10/2009 |
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Comments (7 Comments)
- ColorblndKelidescope - 02/03/2010
- I suffer from the same thing but enyway xP Nice poem
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- iinsanely Sane - 07/30/2009
- If you cut, please try and stop. My friend did and nothing improved other than her insecurity. But other than that, great poem! Very deep.
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- AnimaRisi - 04/17/2009
- awesomeness(is that a word?)
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- Emilie_Aututmn - 04/11/2009
- -sigh- I really hope you don't cut. it's a horrible addiction. I love the poem it's really deep. 5/5
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- Onion Princess - 04/11/2009
- wow thats deep
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- vanessa_m - 04/10/2009
- i like it 5/5
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- darklord Revan Uchiha - 04/10/2009
- very nice
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