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Punching the glass, head in a whirl.
The noise of the shattering brightens her face,
It gives her such a sweet disgrace.
Cuts and blood she tries to hide,
She promises to put the razor aside.
It's not a big deal; I swear that I'm done,
It brings me tears; it's no longer fun.
On all the bad days, she sits by the wall,
Staring into the mirror, and then she began to recall.
I promised I wouldn't, I swear that was the last,
But wait all the hurting was all in the past.
I grabbed a hold and grasped really tight,
To make sure this pain was something to fight.
Moments like these she wishes she could hide,
Just like the cuts and the blood making her die.
Bloody Tears, Razor Kisses
The pain she must say, is something she misses.
All the cuts are self-inflicted,
But I swear to God, I'm not addicted. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lost4EvEr1541 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Cutting

Contributed by Lost4EvEr1541 on Tuesday, 4th February 2003 @ 11:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I stare in the mirror at a horrified girl,
Punching the glass, head in a whirl.
The noise of the shattering brightens her face,
It gives her such a sweet disgrace.
Cuts and blood she tries to hide,
She promises to put the razor aside.
It's not a big deal; I swear that I'm done,
It brings me tears; it's no longer fun.
On all the bad days, she sits by the wall,
Staring into the mirror, and then she began to recall.
I promised I wouldn't, I swear that was the last,
But wait all the hurting was all in the past.
I grabbed a hold and grasped really tight,
To make sure this pain was something to fight.
Moments like these she wishes she could hide,
Just like the cuts and the blood making her die.
Bloody Tears, Razor Kisses
The pain she must say, is something she misses.
All the cuts are self-inflicted,
But I swear to God, I'm not addicted.

Copyright © Lost4EvEr1541 ... [ 2003-02-04 23:20:00]
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Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by me_n_me_alone on Wednesday, 5th February 2003 @ 05:43:57 PM AEST
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OMG!!!!!! THat was suc an awsome write. You captured all of the emotion that I feel. I know how it feels to want to cut so bad but then you promised that you wouldnt. I just can't believe how great and well written this poem is.

~me_n_me_alone~

Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by poetic_tragedy on Wednesday, 5th February 2003 @ 08:12:38 PM AEST
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Awesome poem, dude, very well written. You should read the book "Cut" by Patricia McCormick.

Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by M on Friday, 7th February 2003 @ 11:38:54 AM AEST
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Wow, i have no words to describe how good that poem is. i know exactly what its like, feeling like that, and then when i go ahead and do it anyway, it all gets a hundred times worse. Wonderful poem

Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by wyrd_faerie on Friday, 7th February 2003 @ 12:29:52 PM AEST
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this is an unbelievebale, awesome poem...oh my god...this is just so amazing...i don't know what to say...this is so me...

Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by SugarCoatedSweetness on Saturday, 8th February 2003 @ 11:06:20 AM AEST
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Wow This Is A Really Good Poem... It Reminds Me Of My Friend! Im Just Glad She Doesnt Do It Anymore! And I Hope You Dont Either! But Wow Does This Capture The Life Of So Many People! Good Write! ;o)

Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by Clintlover21 on Monday, 19th April 2004 @ 06:38:01 PM AEST
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Wow!! your a really good writer that kind of writing is the best i have seen You captured the readers we could see her pain

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