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Array ( [sid] => 58670 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I cut but with no relief [time] => 2004-08-03 06:00:34 [hometext] => Well I'm not really sure about this one, but comments and ratings are welcome. It does have a story behind it but it';s my life story so we would be here awhile. Hope you like.... [bodytext] => I cut myself but with no relief,
It makes me no more than a freak,
It brings more people pain and grief,
And proves I’m lonely, small and weak

I hide my face and roam the night,
In the shadows of the city,
Knowing what I do isn’t right,
I drown in my own self-pity,

Grievance lurks in quiet places,
You feel it in the wind,
All you see is empty faces,
Each one who knows you sinned,

I wallow in my own mess,
Blood is spilt around,
I’ll burn, but at least I confess,
My knife is still on the ground,

I never go the whole way,
I want good pain, not death,
But how I feel another day,
Will determine every breath,

If God you are so potent,
Then why not answer my prayer,
Through torture and pain I went,
And you weren’t even there,

But tonight was not what I meant,
Both wrists are cut right deep,
You made me cause this accident,
But now in peace I’ll sleep

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I cut but with no relief

Contributed by corrupted_minds on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 06:00:34 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

I cut myself but with no relief,
It makes me no more than a freak,
It brings more people pain and grief,
And proves I’m lonely, small and weak

I hide my face and roam the night,
In the shadows of the city,
Knowing what I do isn’t right,
I drown in my own self-pity,

Grievance lurks in quiet places,
You feel it in the wind,
All you see is empty faces,
Each one who knows you sinned,

I wallow in my own mess,
Blood is spilt around,
I’ll burn, but at least I confess,
My knife is still on the ground,

I never go the whole way,
I want good pain, not death,
But how I feel another day,
Will determine every breath,

If God you are so potent,
Then why not answer my prayer,
Through torture and pain I went,
And you weren’t even there,

But tonight was not what I meant,
Both wrists are cut right deep,
You made me cause this accident,
But now in peace I’ll sleep

Copyright Â© corrupted_minds ... [ 2004-08-03 06:00:34]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: I cut but with no relief (User Rating: 1 )
by Row on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 06:08:05 AM AEST
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loz u got skill, but i feel a lot more comfortable when u write happy stuff, hope ur alright

Re: I cut but with no relief (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 06:22:55 AM AEST
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I LOVE YOUR POEM!
... i just wish that i was the person in this...

Re: I cut but with no relief (User Rating: 1 )
by anonymussme on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 12:24:41 PM AEST
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this is a very powerful poem at least to me, and as a recovering cutter myself i can relate so it makes it even better. good job

Re: I cut but with no relief (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 12:34:23 PM AEST
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very deep and emotional write, i can relate very well,

great write,

pixie xx

Re: I cut but with no relief (User Rating: 1 )
by CrimsonTears on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 08:16:35 PM AEST
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This is an amazing poem....I can relate to this all too well...i know what it feels like...great poem...if u ever want to talk feel free to PM me

Lots of Love
CrimsonTears

Re: I cut but with no relief (User Rating: 1 )
by Dizza_13 on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 01:21:42 AM AEST
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Great write loz. This is one of my favourites of all your
poems.

Dizza

Re: I cut but with no relief (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothik_Twitch on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 05:09:51 AM AEST
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That sounds like my life. i do cut, it used to give me realease. now it doesnt. i love your poem. girlll..or guy...dude...hmmm. Keep writningl your peotry gets to me somehow.

Re: I cut but with no relief (User Rating: 1 )
by RavenMarieKrashauna on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 08:54:43 AM AEST
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This poem really hits home for me. I've been a victim of self mutilation since I was a young child. I know how it feels to be labeled a freak and feel like no one understands the pain that feeds this need to cut.

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