Array ( [sid] => 41257 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Escaping The Pain [time] => 2004-04-01 02:07:52 [hometext] => i was asked to write about self harm [bodytext] => I cannot help myself, it's like a disease
How I cut my body, the pain I release
It started all those years ago, I won't say why
Feeling better pulling my hair out, rather than cry

Stabbed myself with a pencil, through the back of my hand
Just because I was angry, you won't understand
The relief you get, it's like letting poison out
Cleansing my system, others scream and shout

My emotions build up, until I can take no more
I pull a razor across my arm, it isn't very sore
Scarring lines I make, coloured crimson red
Releasing pent up anger, as my body I have bled

I get so frustrated, there's only one thing to do
Maiming myself, before I would hurt you
Freedom from the torment, escape from the pain
Taking a knife from the drawer, I slash myself again

I'm not asking for pity, or trying to explain
It's how I deal with life, I am not insane
Lifes pressures get to you, feeling there's no hope
We all release the tensions, this is just how I cope

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Escaping The Pain
Date: Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 02:07:52 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: parkman
I cannot help myself, it's like a disease
How I cut my body, the pain I release
It started all those years ago, I won't say why
Feeling better pulling my hair out, rather than cry

Stabbed myself with a pencil, through the back of my hand
Just because I was angry, you won't understand
The relief you get, it's like letting poison out
Cleansing my system, others scream and shout

My emotions build up, until I can take no more
I pull a razor across my arm, it isn't very sore
Scarring lines I make, coloured crimson red
Releasing pent up anger, as my body I have bled

I get so frustrated, there's only one thing to do
Maiming myself, before I would hurt you
Freedom from the torment, escape from the pain
Taking a knife from the drawer, I slash myself again

I'm not asking for pity, or trying to explain
It's how I deal with life, I am not insane
Lifes pressures get to you, feeling there's no hope
We all release the tensions, this is just how I cope



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