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Array ( [sid] => 92363 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Very Real [time] => 2005-04-26 20:23:48 [hometext] => Another cutting poem [bodytext] => I'm embarassed to admit,
The fact I cut my skin.
It's just you dont understand,
What hell I feel within.

The way I feel is unexplainable,
I couldn't make you see if I tried.
My heart just stopped feeling,
And my soul just went and died.

Maybe if I carve the pain into my arm,
The ache would go away.
For the sight of my own blood,
Reminds me tomorrow's a new day.

But nothing makes it easy,
Cutting doesn't stop the tears.
Courage can't tame it,
Or erase my hidden fears.

I just don't understand,
Why I always cry.
It's not everyday,
You find someone WANTING to die.

It's getting darker,
As I can barely see the sun.
I think I'm fading,
But that would mean darkness won.

I cut to release,
The blood helps me feel.
The outter pain reminds me,
That im very real.
[comments] => 5 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 72 [informant] => Pats4eva7 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )

Very Real

Contributed by Pats4eva7 on Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 08:23:48 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry

I'm embarassed to admit,
The fact I cut my skin.
It's just you dont understand,
What hell I feel within.

The way I feel is unexplainable,
I couldn't make you see if I tried.
My heart just stopped feeling,
And my soul just went and died.

Maybe if I carve the pain into my arm,
The ache would go away.
For the sight of my own blood,
Reminds me tomorrow's a new day.

But nothing makes it easy,
Cutting doesn't stop the tears.
Courage can't tame it,
Or erase my hidden fears.

I just don't understand,
Why I always cry.
It's not everyday,
You find someone WANTING to die.

It's getting darker,
As I can barely see the sun.
I think I'm fading,
But that would mean darkness won.

I cut to release,
The blood helps me feel.
The outter pain reminds me,
That im very real.

Copyright © Pats4eva7 ... [ 2005-04-26 20:23:48]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Very Real (User Rating: 1 )
by undeniable2003 on Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 09:17:22 PM AEST
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Sweetheart, you are so special and DESERVE to live, you do you want to take that away from your self?

Re: Very Real (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 10:07:41 PM AEST
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what a great and heart breaking poem. i can relate so much as i cut myself too. and it is a release of my pain also
moving poetry, well done
i wish u all the hope in the world

Re: Very Real (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 10:27:11 PM AEST
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you are a brilliant writer, there is no denying that. one thing that bugged me about your poem is that you said that no one understands, and no one can feel the way you do, when actually there have been and are people that do understand and have felt the same pain. pain is extent. everyone feels pain, but not everyone feels the same extent, but i am sure that your extent of pain has been felt.

the darkness only wins when you let the light be swollowed in it...

Re: Very Real (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 04:02:24 PM AEST
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amazing write..you express urself like no one else can

--Kara

Re: Very Real (User Rating: 1 )
by smiley_jennyxoxo on Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 02:47:28 PM AEST
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Ya, I'm one person who do understand your pain. I've cut myself before. I don't cut anymore, but since I've been heartbroken and depressed, I don't know what else there is to do but ache... I still don't cut... I've made the promise, so I promised not to break it... It's not healthy though I got a lil help from a counselor. Jenny

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