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Array ( [sid] => 72478 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Remembering The Blade [time] => 2004-11-20 21:29:22 [hometext] => This is just something I had to write today. Being the aniversery of the last time i cut my self three months ago today and just days away from my twenty first birthday [bodytext] => Thin cuts run through my arms

Up and down and across

Never ever doing harm

Always finding me when I feel lost

Thin honest lines as If paper made

Are the only ones who really know

How many times by them I have been saved

Scars I will always hide and never show

Worn with pride when I feel alone

When I have been made to feel like a small child and

When my pain is fully grown

When reaching out for someone only find a razor in my hand

Passing out from the pain with a closed fist

Dream of murals that my blood did paint

Waking up being dragged back by the wrist

Feel my self writhe from all the pain

I am only made to suffer like this

Feel the walls close in and drive me insane

And all I do is cry and asking why

Why am I so alone left with a heart turning to stone?

Alive but feeling little and wondering if I really did try

Maybe next time I will just cut right to the bone

Maybe my next time I will say my goodbyes
[comments] => 6 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Remembering The Blade

Contributed by Doriens_Picture on Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 09:29:22 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Thin cuts run through my arms

Up and down and across

Never ever doing harm

Always finding me when I feel lost

Thin honest lines as If paper made

Are the only ones who really know

How many times by them I have been saved

Scars I will always hide and never show

Worn with pride when I feel alone

When I have been made to feel like a small child and

When my pain is fully grown

When reaching out for someone only find a razor in my hand

Passing out from the pain with a closed fist

Dream of murals that my blood did paint

Waking up being dragged back by the wrist

Feel my self writhe from all the pain

I am only made to suffer like this

Feel the walls close in and drive me insane

And all I do is cry and asking why

Why am I so alone left with a heart turning to stone?

Alive but feeling little and wondering if I really did try

Maybe next time I will just cut right to the bone

Maybe my next time I will say my goodbyes




Copyright © Doriens_Picture ... [ 2004-11-20 21:29:22]
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Re: Remembering The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by Xxluckie_lynnxX on Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 09:42:12 PM AEST
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I really like this poem. You expressed how you felt very good and i could almost imagine the emptiness you ust have felt. I hope you are doing better and I hope you do not cut anymore. because you always have to remember this- even though you feel as the world has turned its back on you, there is always a person who loves you and will take your hand. Take care! - xXluckie_lynnXx


Re: Remembering The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by LEMMEN on Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 09:51:27 PM AEST
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Words spoken true from a heart that is blue a cutters life is never pretty on the inside. We that cut are alone and sad. Three months that great. I know everyday must be a struggle every day you must have faith keep up the fight. You allready have made the first step. By not cutting. Keep writing Keep sharing your words. Look to the pen it's better than a knife. GREAT JOB AND HAVE A HAPPY TWENTY FIRST BIRTHDAY.

~~DENNIS~~


Re: Remembering The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 10:40:55 PM AEST
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great write. happy birthday. i hope you have many more anniversaries to have. =]


Re: Remembering The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by bonita2689 on Friday, 26th November 2004 @ 05:43:19 PM AEST
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I love this line it says so much:
Dream of murals that my blood did paint
I adore this poem because it holds some of my true feelings...
Hurting and just pure emptiness......
Lovely


Re: Remembering The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by EternalNight4x on Friday, 26th November 2004 @ 10:20:41 PM AEST
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very well expressed write, I can relate to this very well because I too cut...I haven't been able to not cut for that long of a time yet but I'm trying...and you're doing so well so don't give up...ha I sound like a loser...anyways great write keep it up


Re: Remembering The Blade (User Rating: 1 )
by eatfresh22 on Sunday, 28th November 2004 @ 12:57:24 AM AEST
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When reaching out for someone only find a razor in my hand

Dream of murals that my blood did paint

These 2 lines were quite powerful to me. Sad, sad poem. Full of loneliness and despair--as life so often seems. I liked the rhyme scheme in this one, it gave it a nice easy flow.
~Carrie~




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