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[sid] => 48175
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cut
[time] => 2004-05-19 01:31:42
[hometext] => My battle with self-injury. Written a long time ago.
[bodytext] => Staring into my shameless blade My hopes and dreams begin to fade I can see myself as I gaze A hopeless thought in a hopeless daze The shining reflection in silver I see The price I pay for being me Across my arm, across my leg Give me peace, please I beg When will I feel, when will I cry? When will I live, when will I die? When will I see what you see? When will I feel you, feeling me? Here are the scars that hide my pain Now I am ready for the rain Tell me why the rain is red Tell me why I feel so dead My shameless blade, such a release Shining silver bringing such peace I can see my reflection like a mirror Blurred with rage, blurred with fear My heart bleeds, pours outside Where can I run, where can I hide? Don’t ever look upon my face And choose to judge me with no grace Everything I know, I know is wrong Everything I’ve known, known for so long It is from grace that I fell Into my own prison, my Hell Look into my poisoned eyes Listen to my blood red cries I look and watch the blood flow through My aching heart, I know nothing true So I take the razor from underneath the bed Stare at the corners, blotches of red Roll up my jeans and run the blade across my skin The dark dripping blood, my heroin. Copyright@Amanda Bentley [comments] => 7 [counter] => 405 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Amanda_Interrupted [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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