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My mind, a cutters mind
written by suicide_penguin11:55 AM 3/12/05My best friend in the world is my razor blade.
It made my pain go away.
I haven't always been this way.
But in a cutters mind, everything is different.
My mind is always black and dark, and full of disbelief and hate.
Once you enter a cutters mind...you'll be late.
When i cut myself, it is because i need to take the pain out of my heart.
A heart broken cutter is the worst kind of cutter. Everyone tells me they know what I'm going through....and all i can do is turn around and say,"if you only really knew".
The blade is nice and sharp, and it's my most trusted friend. It's always there when i need a helping hand.
Every drop of blood that falls, I lose a little piece of him.
Memories fade away, just fade away.
When i go out side i put on my long sleeve shirt, that way nobody can see the real me.
Every time i see you, i wish i had my best friend, my razor blade.
I have a cutters mind, and in my mind there are always thoughts of blood.
and a cutters mind, they think many thoughts, but they don't have the words to say them.
But a cutters mind is dim and dark they have no happy thoughts.
But they can always rely on their most trusted friend...
their razor blade. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
please dont judge me because i cut.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Shadow_24/7 (3-12-2005 - 12:15 PM)
| heh wont judge u ;-) i do it to... so yeah cool poem btw |
by Tiger (3-12-2005 - 03:32 PM)
| Cheer up. Read my poem Why It All Matters. |
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