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It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me." - Eminem


I have a blade in my hand bag
Screaming my name
Hollow feelings -such shame
no one really understands
When it comes to my pain

Havent cut in at least 8 months
And here she is
screaming for blood
such force
to see the tub overflood
Silence is golden
When your about to cut
About to die inside

The piano continues playing
after she started screaming
so many voices
and choices

I have a blade in my hand bag
screaming my name
time is ticking away
must ignore her
once again
getting harder
to live

The chances she gave me
were of blades and pain
continues hiding from
IT
or
choose the blade
and stop the pain

Tears rolled down my cheeks
knowing she was right
Knowing
Death was right
for me

Life doesnt make sence in the REAL world
Just nonscence ramblings
Which make perfect sence to me
She knew it was true
she knew the blood was frozen
in time

Suffering was her middle name
Self injury was her first.

Copyright
Broken-Suicide.

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-Blades in my hand bag-
Date: Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 01:23:21 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Broken-suicide
"Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me." - Eminem


I have a blade in my hand bag
Screaming my name
Hollow feelings -such shame
no one really understands
When it comes to my pain

Havent cut in at least 8 months
And here she is
screaming for blood
such force
to see the tub overflood
Silence is golden
When your about to cut
About to die inside

The piano continues playing
after she started screaming
so many voices
and choices

I have a blade in my hand bag
screaming my name
time is ticking away
must ignore her
once again
getting harder
to live

The chances she gave me
were of blades and pain
continues hiding from
IT
or
choose the blade
and stop the pain

Tears rolled down my cheeks
knowing she was right
Knowing
Death was right
for me

Life doesnt make sence in the REAL world
Just nonscence ramblings
Which make perfect sence to me
She knew it was true
she knew the blood was frozen
in time

Suffering was her middle name
Self injury was her first.

Copyright
Broken-Suicide.

( i wrote this awhile ago, and to answer your question if i have started again...Yes. The addiction will always be with me
and i doubt ill ever lose it)

This poem is Copyright © Broken-suicide


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