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Array ( [sid] => 115611 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => -Blades in my hand bag- [time] => 2006-03-01 01:23:21 [hometext] => Self injury may seem innocent enough..But it can destroy you. [bodytext] => "Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me." - Eminem


I have a blade in my hand bag
Screaming my name
Hollow feelings -such shame
no one really understands
When it comes to my pain

Havent cut in at least 8 months
And here she is
screaming for blood
such force
to see the tub overflood
Silence is golden
When your about to cut
About to die inside

The piano continues playing
after she started screaming
so many voices
and choices

I have a blade in my hand bag
screaming my name
time is ticking away
must ignore her
once again
getting harder
to live

The chances she gave me
were of blades and pain
continues hiding from
IT
or
choose the blade
and stop the pain

Tears rolled down my cheeks
knowing she was right
Knowing
Death was right
for me

Life doesnt make sence in the REAL world
Just nonscence ramblings
Which make perfect sence to me
She knew it was true
she knew the blood was frozen
in time

Suffering was her middle name
Self injury was her first.

Copyright
Broken-Suicide.

( i wrote this awhile ago, and to answer your question if i have started again...Yes. The addiction will always be with me
and i doubt ill ever lose it) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 341 [topic] => 72 [informant] => Broken-suicide [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
-Blades in my hand bag-

Contributed by Broken-suicide on Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 01:23:21 AM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry



"Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me." - Eminem


I have a blade in my hand bag
Screaming my name
Hollow feelings -such shame
no one really understands
When it comes to my pain

Havent cut in at least 8 months
And here she is
screaming for blood
such force
to see the tub overflood
Silence is golden
When your about to cut
About to die inside

The piano continues playing
after she started screaming
so many voices
and choices

I have a blade in my hand bag
screaming my name
time is ticking away
must ignore her
once again
getting harder
to live

The chances she gave me
were of blades and pain
continues hiding from
IT
or
choose the blade
and stop the pain

Tears rolled down my cheeks
knowing she was right
Knowing
Death was right
for me

Life doesnt make sence in the REAL world
Just nonscence ramblings
Which make perfect sence to me
She knew it was true
she knew the blood was frozen
in time

Suffering was her middle name
Self injury was her first.

Copyright
Broken-Suicide.

( i wrote this awhile ago, and to answer your question if i have started again...Yes. The addiction will always be with me
and i doubt ill ever lose it)




Copyright © Broken-suicide ... [ 2006-03-01 01:23:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: -Blades in my hand bag- (User Rating: 1 )
by drtylilsecret on Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 03:07:35 AM AEST
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it was a wonderful poem, obviously, but it kind of..struck a nerve i guess. too many people on this site, me included, have resulted to self injury......

great writing though


Re: -Blades in my hand bag- (User Rating: 1 )
by Drapes on Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 03:59:53 PM AEST
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Really great write. Deep and emotional. You really took me there.
I'm so sorry you and so many others rely on this to ease their pain....
-Drapes


Re: -Blades in my hand bag- (User Rating: 1 )
by Tacosalad on Monday, 6th March 2006 @ 06:59:58 PM AEST
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I like cuz its true......and you can tell your not one of thoughs doing it for attion or the glory other people get.....so yeah...I don't know....nice write ....keep it up


Re: -Blades in my hand bag- (User Rating: 1 )
by brokengirl on Tuesday, 28th March 2006 @ 12:07:36 AM AEST
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it just becomes such a huge part of your life that its always there and u cant hide from it. I have not cut for about 6 months and i am feeling like it cant be faught anymore. I hope u get better and i hope and pray everyone can somehow learn to fight this awful pain inside.




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