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As I lie in my bed, tears staining my pillow
Blood staining the white sheets crimson
Hide the cuts from everyone; even my lover
So they don't try to help; don't try to repair me
They don't need to fix me; I'm not broken
They don't understand that I need to do this
Because when I cut, it takes away the hurt
And brings a new pain that's physical
It doesn't hurt as much or last near as long
And I don't think I deserve to have this life
In a fit of rage, cut too deep, into the vein
I can't stop it for awhile; why would I
Stand in the shower, hot water scalding
Watch the blood wash down the drain
And this storm keeps thundering above me
Too cold and tired to try and make it home
And suddenly a hand reaches to take the glass
I look up, and there you are.
You take me in your arms and tell me it'll be okay
That this is the start of a new, bright beginning
The sun is rising to start a new summer day
And I breathe in your sweet, lingering scent
These scars will remain so long; forever
But the hurt doesn't last near as long
Now my sheets are white as snow
No crimson stains anymore...
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Crimson Stains

Contributed by MoonlightKiss on Tuesday, 10th March 2009 @ 12:10:14 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

His scent still lingers here in my room
As I lie in my bed, tears staining my pillow
Blood staining the white sheets crimson
Hide the cuts from everyone; even my lover
So they don't try to help; don't try to repair me
They don't need to fix me; I'm not broken
They don't understand that I need to do this
Because when I cut, it takes away the hurt
And brings a new pain that's physical
It doesn't hurt as much or last near as long
And I don't think I deserve to have this life
In a fit of rage, cut too deep, into the vein
I can't stop it for awhile; why would I
Stand in the shower, hot water scalding
Watch the blood wash down the drain
And this storm keeps thundering above me
Too cold and tired to try and make it home
And suddenly a hand reaches to take the glass
I look up, and there you are.
You take me in your arms and tell me it'll be okay
That this is the start of a new, bright beginning
The sun is rising to start a new summer day
And I breathe in your sweet, lingering scent
These scars will remain so long; forever
But the hurt doesn't last near as long
Now my sheets are white as snow
No crimson stains anymore...

Copyright © MoonlightKiss ... [ 2009-03-10 12:10:14]
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Re: Crimson Stains (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 10th March 2009 @ 01:33:19 PM AEST
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a very deep write that was full of angst and passion. i particularly enjoyed this line:

'And I breathe in your sweet, lingering scent'

a beautiful piece of imagery there, good work.

-phil

Re: Crimson Stains (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 10th March 2009 @ 05:13:55 PM AEST
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I can relate to this as I use to cut myself as well. Luckily you have found someone that truly cared about you. This is an excellent poem!

Re: Crimson Stains (User Rating: 1 )
by Ess3nc3 on Tuesday, 10th March 2009 @ 10:15:55 PM AEST
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Excellent work. A superb blend of passion, melancholy and amour. I must add though, self-mutilation is a foolish act and will only relinquish pain temporarily. Before you know it, you have destroyed what beauty you were born with. It is simply not worth it and in the end, will only make matters worse. Nevertheless, take care and I wish you the best of luck.

Re: Crimson Stains (User Rating: 1 )
by Innocent_Sinner on Tuesday, 19th May 2009 @ 03:38:53 PM AEST
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GAAAAAAAAAAAAH! scary. I love it.

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