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[sid] => 90627
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Why...
[time] => 2005-04-11 15:28:42
[hometext] => Why is nothing but a simple question, a question that surely deserves a simple answer.
[bodytext] => I do it for the choice, My body, my arm. I get a rush, From causing self-harm. I cut to feel release, To set myself free. I cut because I can, In a way I seem happy. I know I'm alive, When I bleed. Must it be, I'm Satan's seed? Some think I'm crazy, I'm sure as hell not sane. I cut to survive, It rids me of my pain. I drain the blood, Which drains my tears. Please, I've been like this forever, It's been this way for years. Your words won't stop me, There's nothing that will. Not a miracle, There is no pill. It's not like I wanna die, Wait, yes I do. You can thank yourself, I cut because of people like you. The one's who bring me down, Judge me for my choices. You don't know the half of it, You don't hear the voices. You could blame the Devil, But I'd blame God instead. It's Him who gave me free will, So it's Him who wants me dead. It's not like I wanna die, It's just I have to. Why is not a question anymore, I do what I must do. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 72 [informant] => Pats4eva7 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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