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Array ( [sid] => 46683 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Knife [time] => 2004-05-08 16:28:56 [hometext] => This isn't a true poem but it is how I sometimes feel. [bodytext] => As she stared at the knife
Before the blade touched her skin
She thought of how she hated everything about her life

She drew the knife across her arm
And thought of all the stressful things
She knew that this cause her harm

She moved the knife away
And saw the blood coming down
She knew there would be a scar that would stay

She knew she couldn't tell anyone
She knew they wouldn't understand
About what she felt and why she wanted to run

As she stared at her arm
She could feel the stress leaving
Until the next time she wouldn't be alarmed [comments] => 3 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 32 [informant] => xxapples [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

The Knife

Contributed by xxapples on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 04:28:56 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

As she stared at the knife
Before the blade touched her skin
She thought of how she hated everything about her life

She drew the knife across her arm
And thought of all the stressful things
She knew that this cause her harm

She moved the knife away
And saw the blood coming down
She knew there would be a scar that would stay

She knew she couldn't tell anyone
She knew they wouldn't understand
About what she felt and why she wanted to run

As she stared at her arm
She could feel the stress leaving
Until the next time she wouldn't be alarmed

Copyright © xxapples ... [ 2004-05-08 16:28:56]
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Re: The Knife (User Rating: 1 )
by Zaf_Stud on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 04:57:10 PM AEST
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Magnificent approach to intimating a rueful pang. Great piece of work "Xxapples"!! Zaf_Stud.

Re: The Knife (User Rating: 1 )
by williamdye on Friday, 14th May 2004 @ 06:30:25 AM AEST
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I love this poem. It is exactly how I feel. Do me a favor and join my site for free. I would like you to post this on it. when you access the site, turn your speakers on, lights off and enjoy.

Re: The Knife (User Rating: 1 )
by mindset on Thursday, 28th July 2005 @ 02:36:27 PM AEST
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the thin ice of the blade within a cut and only begin stare at the red nothin but a desert sky and only sea a sail of we

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