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The day..(Suicidal cutting)
written by *~*Kennedy*~*10:15 PM 3/16/05I turn to my addiction to ease the pain
My addiction to the sharpened blade
Kneeling on the floor in a puddle of blood
Promises broken,ones made out of love
I tried to hold my hand steady
The razor never touching my skin
But that sudden aching,the darkness within
Took hold of the hand,and in it the blade
Sliced through the skin,over scars already made
The razor deepens slicing through veins
With the crimson flows every ounce of pain
The last tears fall and my heart beat slows
My mind wonders to those wholl never know
Know the pain I felt or the nights I cried
Or how often I screamed I wanted to die
But its all over now,Ive faded away
I tried holding on but just couldnt stay
For the ones I loved and left behind
The note on the floor,the blood stained blade
Will serve forever as a reminder of this day
The day the one they loved killed all her pain.. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by crimsonregret (3-16-2005 - 10:18 PM)
| so sad , i loved it *thumbs up* |
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