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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cutting Out Problems
[time] => 2004-05-24 19:43:39
[hometext] => Kind of rambling on. This is more about cutting and issues. (Lord knows I have enough of those!)
[bodytext] => End my troubles with the knife in hand. So scared, I had to bleed it out. I licked the cuts, scared the people. My day sucked, but no one cared. I'm all alone so kill me now, don't do any good for the world. Prepared to die with sword in hand, or else I'll kill myself. Can't feel the cuts, no pain because I'm dead inside. A walking corpse, pretending to feel, mocking life, wishing, yet afraid to feel. Alienated, I'm comfortably alone. Strange and weird, yet walk with eyes wide open. I take the blade to gouge my eyes out, I've seen enough. All there is is pain and suffering. Peoples' dark pasts being held against them, brought up again again, until they resort to suicide. there goes another one! But who cares? No one knows, no one notices. "Another dies and the world just shrugs it off" No one realizes the kid in the corner stopped comming to school, or that he left all his stuff in his desk. His family beat him, so he's better off. And so I cut, for him, for me, for everything in between. I cut and cut. Now I'm covered in blood. No more sorrow flowing through my veins, now I'm dead, no I'm free. That's how many are hurt everyday. And yet you smile. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => WorthlesSanity666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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