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[aid] => mick
[title] => Half the pain is...
[time] => 2005-06-09 21:04:22
[hometext] => just my thoughts. people just dont understand... I am not even sure if I do. oh well, enjoy please comment.
[bodytext] => Half of the pain is… Why do we cut you want to know? Why do we like to hurt? And have the scars to show You don’t know, it’s not the pain It actual hurts to cut For there is not real gain So it is painful to commit this sin Bleeding our life form our wound Only to live and do it again We don’t want pain. It’s not good It is only the after affect. We know that to stop this, we should But we need to have release There is hurt in us And we want to have peace The blood is our vindication Of the hurt inside But doing this seals our condemnation The cutting is only half the hurting There is more to this Why with death we are flirting In its own way, it’s a drug addiction Once you find its healing You will forever suffer its affliction Cutting the sorrow away Releasing the anguish Only works for today The torture that is with in The reason we self-harm Starts after the cutting ends When the blood has dried leaving only flesh And the pain is turned in to peace The hurting in us awakens with regained life fresh Once the wound has started to heal And raw skin is filled with scabs Then hurting again we start to feel People ask “why the cuts?” “Where did you get them?” And all they get are “don’t knows” or “buts.” So jokes are said and comments made Not knowing what the truth is We don’t tell them because we are afraid So we hide this damnable beauty Covering them with cloths or jewelry Doing it so diligently as if it’s a duty Dying this living death ever day with hate Not knowing how to cope Just wanting to have a clean slate With these scars left to view Everyone knows what they’re from So is there anything left for me to do? They think that this is a fad And say, “it will pass.” Not knowing the life that we have had This is the only way we can survive Giving in to these thoughts To be better is what we strive All the pain and hurting that we feel Is the reason why we suffer And why from the pain our life we are trying to steal This is all that words can say, so you can comprehend About this “sickness” Hopefully it will help some understand What people think is very far From what the hurt really is and That half of the pain is the scar. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 65 [informant] => heartless_soul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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