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Mind shot, Body Trembling
Fingers uneasy
hair scrambled
eyes pouring
oozzing with salty tears
skin pale, white, and barely alive
begging to breath
Alone I sit
with fear I may be found
watching, watching
eyes still watery, and wet
I grab a knife from a near by window sill
and crawl into a corner
Alone I sit
I peek at my reflection
what is that shiny piece of glass
taunting me, teasing me
why does it verbally abuse me?
there i go again messing up everything
the words don't come to me anymore
and the pain inside has become to intense
I cried all I can cry.
and I am starting to dry.
Alone I sit
knife in hand
deciphering anything in this mind
has become impossible
I hold out my arm
as if I have done something wrong
I pull up my sleeve
the knife strikes only once, deep and exact
and I can't feel my insides anymore
They leak onto the floor
and I am glad for them to finally leave
the pain inside is numbed
Blood begins to gush
and the cut is sore and weak
but it doesn't hurt
"I'm like a rock...dead inside"
and only the surface can be scratched
until I break
Alone I sit
"hunnie, are you okay?"
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Alone I sit
Date: Wednesday, 2nd July 2003 @ 04:05:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Jilli_Bean

Alone I sit
Mind shot, Body Trembling
Fingers uneasy
hair scrambled
eyes pouring
oozzing with salty tears
skin pale, white, and barely alive
begging to breath
Alone I sit
with fear I may be found
watching, watching
eyes still watery, and wet
I grab a knife from a near by window sill
and crawl into a corner
Alone I sit
I peek at my reflection
what is that shiny piece of glass
taunting me, teasing me
why does it verbally abuse me?
there i go again messing up everything
the words don't come to me anymore
and the pain inside has become to intense
I cried all I can cry.
and I am starting to dry.
Alone I sit
knife in hand
deciphering anything in this mind
has become impossible
I hold out my arm
as if I have done something wrong
I pull up my sleeve
the knife strikes only once, deep and exact
and I can't feel my insides anymore
They leak onto the floor
and I am glad for them to finally leave
the pain inside is numbed
Blood begins to gush
and the cut is sore and weak
but it doesn't hurt
"I'm like a rock...dead inside"
and only the surface can be scratched
until I break
Alone I sit
"hunnie, are you okay?"
"yes, mom."

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