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Array ( [sid] => 100133 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Harm [time] => 2005-07-04 22:46:21 [hometext] => This Was All The Pain. The Anger. Went To A Knife Or Pills. What Ever I Could Find First!! [bodytext] => 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!" [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 72 [informant] => BloodyTearDrops [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )

Harm

Contributed by BloodyTearDrops on Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 10:46:21 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry

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!"

Copyright © BloodyTearDrops ... [ 2005-07-04 22:46:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Harm (User Rating: 1 )
by elinzims on Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 10:51:10 PM AEST
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It sounds just like me. I can't stop cutting.

Re: Harm (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Monday, 11th July 2005 @ 06:55:41 PM AEST
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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...

Scorp.

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