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[sid] => 99141
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Love of thy Blade, Love of thy Bone
[time] => 2005-06-23 21:44:51
[hometext] => There are so many ways to hurt thy self
[bodytext] => As I slide the blade across my skin I feel pleasure and pain from my guilty little sin If for just a few moments I forget the world Im in I tell myself its worth it, as the adrenalin rushes in Everytime I go closer and closer Each time pressing harder and harder Teasing myself, Do I have what it takes Can I turn my little red creeks into rivers and lakes But all to soon my pleasure turns to pain And then the pain turns into shame What have I done, look at my arms How will I ever hide these scars I cannot do this any more, I will get better I say As I take another draw and the smoke fades my pain away So now I no longer cut, what a good girl I am Did I mention how good this eccy is, lets cuddle, this is so much fun Im coming down and have no money for more I cannot bear reality, this is the worst Iv ever felt before I look in the mirror and see what Iv become Oh my god, please no, Im just like my mum Drugs is not the answer, I dont want to be like my parents I have to stop before its too late, I hope I have the strength So I give it all up, but of course its not the end Because I have something else, her name is ana, she's my new friend With her I never feel alone But she isn't happy if she cant see bone I try my best to please her, I really really do I do not want to lose her , Ana I need you [comments] => 3 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 72 [informant] => jilted [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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