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Harm
Contributed by
BloodyTearDrops
on
Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 10:46:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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I Cut My Legs,
I Pop My Pills,
I Slice My Arms,
It Is My Self I Want To Kill.
My Legs Look Like Crap,
My Immune System Is Down,
There Are No Empty Spaces On My Arms,
I Am Going To Have A Break Down.
I Wear Pants All The Time To Hide My Legs,
Because I Took All Those Pills,
I Put Cover Up On My Arms To Try To Get Rid Of The Scars,
It Takes A Long Time To Even Heal.
I Cry All The Freaking Time,
My Pain Flows To A Knife,
I See All My Blood,
As I Sit Here Screaming My Head Off.
Then When I Am Done,
I Smile At My Legs,
Pleased With What I Have Done
I Giggle At My Arms,hey c
"This Is Way To Mush Fun!"
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Re: Harm
(User Rating: 1 ) by elinzims on
Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 10:51:10 PM AEST (User
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It sounds just like me. I can't stop cutting. |
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Re: Harm
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 11th July 2005 @ 06:55:41 PM AEST (User
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A very in your face write...you expressed your emotions well. I hope you can start to heal from the inside, so you can start to concentrate on healing on the outside...PM me any time if you'd like to talk to someone...
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