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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Wept for You, I Bleed for You
[time] => 2005-10-19 00:53:32
[hometext] => * I didn't actually do this, but I think its a good concept nonetheless. Its rather long, but the ending brings it all together I think. I must warn you however that this poem could be very triggering. *
[bodytext] => Discarded and forgotten Left to weep alone (once again) I cut myself open With little thought or regard Just driven by the ache That festers deep inside I resurrect my exacto knife To write upon me the word That torments my existence And choose my thigh (Unscarred, until tonight) I take a breath to hold back the tears That seek to cloud my reason With an (un)steady hand I carve a large "S" The blood that is spilled And drips down my thigh Reminds me of... Nothing Kissing the blade An "A" comes next I feel the pain acutely now It begins to dull The distress that rapes my mind Silent tears spring forth I know not the reason why Only that I must continue on Feeding the shame A "V" is the next letter, But this V is not for Victory Because only defeat reigns tonight Killing the pain Another "A" I carve I know these scars Will not bring freedom For I will remain chained To the guilt that led Me to this dark place I'm dying within. Two "N's" follow quickly My wounds scream at me, But I refuse to listen With determination and strength I cut in the last letter, an "A" Slowly, with clenched teeth, To savour every ounce of pain Kissing the blade Feeding the shame Killing the pain And dying within. My thigh is a bloodied mess (My tears will clean the knife) I wipe away the blood with shaking hands And smile, sadly, at the word That screams at me Adorned across my thigh S-A-V-A-N-N-A I wept for you, Now I bleed for you And this is what you have given me Nothing but a scarred, shattered soul And I am left to ponder Whether love truly exists Kissing the blade Feeding the shame Killing the pain And dying within. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 381 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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