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cutting
Oct 31, 2005 14:41:30 GMT -5
Post by Nicole on Oct 31, 2005 14:41:30 GMT -5
I look at my arms, they are scarred from the past. A past I can not erase. The expression on your face.
You looked at my arms and the scars. You wondered why I'd cause the harm.
I look at my arms in desperation. I wish I could slash them for pleasure. The pain that is inside demads cutting.
In 13 years I have not weilded a knife. I thought sleeping pills would fix my life.
I washed up on reality's shore. I broke free from the friend's of a whoore. Ive woken to find my blood on the floor. Figuring I'd cut no more..
I walked from it once far away. I don't ever want to stray. I close my eyes and think terrible thoughts. I am scared inside. I am distraught. I see one out only soon. I lay my head on the bed of my room. Listening to her holding my arms. This time, I can do no harm.
Blood in my mind looking at my arms. This time, I can do no more harm.
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