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four cuts
written by Trapezium05:10 PM 7/1/04Four cuts,
The blood forms a star,
Four cuts,
I really hope it leaves a scar.
She took it too far this time,
She means what she says,
She told me to kill myself,
She made me want to die.
I took her words to heart,
Now i know why i'm an angel of blood,
Just kill this tart,
Let her wounds bleed and flood,
As mine never did,
As i wanted mine to so much,
I may be just a kid,
But i realise the pain i feel so such,
I want her to feel it too,
I want her to know real torture,
I want her to go through,
I want to cut and torch her.
Four cuts,
The blood forms a star,
Four cuts,
I really hope it leaves a scar.
Well i've learnt my lesson,
Slashing wrists doesn't work,
I have to do something more,
To make sure i do die.
But somehow i hope there is no next time,
But somehow suicide is a dying crime,
But somehow i'd do anything against her,
But somehow i just need to be away from her. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
my mum told me to kill myself again and this time i followed her words, two diagonal slashes, one down the artery and one across. I'M STILL ALIVE
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (7-2-2004 - 05:33 AM)
| wow incredibly great poem....and fuck your mom...dont kill yourself...i dont really know u...only know some of your poems...which are all captivatiingly incredible and beautiful...so my reason may sounds selfish...and i'm hoping somewhat witty...dont kill yourself for your poems will cease to produce and impress me each time |
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