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Needle
written by ieatsmellysocks04:32 PM 11/11/04Sat on the cold hard floor
Searched for my needle and cried a bit more
I found it and stuck it in my wrist
Tasted the great taste of blood i had missed
Ripped up more skin but i couldnt feel any pain
Tears on my cheeks and my eyes showing my shame
Did the same thing i did every night
For five years before i turn out the light
Felt so scared,so lonely,so weird
I have become what ive always feared
I carved the words help me into my arm
I know i cant be helped but in hoping theres no harm
Drank all the blood and turned off the light
Hid my needle in the same place i hide it every night |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I hate this poem.Ever since i got caught,theres been no knives,no pins,even no poppies for me,so i have to use a needle.Comment please...
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (anonymous) (11-11-2004 - 08:47 PM)
| Hey..I really like your poem! I got caught too and It sucks. I still use whatever I can find though..usually a razorblade. But yeah, really awesome poem! Keep Up The Good Work
- Corina - |
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