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But no one can see,
It's buried deep, inside of me.
I seek relief from a razor blade,
A penknife, scissors...
The drawers I raid.

Held in a shaky hand,
The blade sinks in,
Cutting deep, penetrating the skin.

The blood that flows,
The scars, which never fade,
Are the escape I feel from this blade.

Once pain and relief are gone,
The guilt arrives,
And back to everyday life I strive.
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The pain

Contributed by Van on Wednesday, 24th July 2002 @ 06:47:46 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The pain is real,
But no one can see,
It's buried deep, inside of me.
I seek relief from a razor blade,
A penknife, scissors...
The drawers I raid.

Held in a shaky hand,
The blade sinks in,
Cutting deep, penetrating the skin.

The blood that flows,
The scars, which never fade,
Are the escape I feel from this blade.

Once pain and relief are gone,
The guilt arrives,
And back to everyday life I strive.

Copyright © Van ... [ 2002-07-24 06:47:46]
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Re: The pain (User Rating: 1 )
by ginsdance on Thursday, 25th July 2002 @ 07:49:14 PM AEST
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Does it really help? The cutting? I have friends that do that... and I can't understand it, or their pain that they don't want the world to see. This poem explains what a lot of people don't understand about people who cut... but I see this in my friends.
*ginsdance*

Re: The pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Van on Friday, 26th July 2002 @ 12:48:43 AM AEST
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Hi, well i cant really explain how it helps. The best way i can explain it for me (it may be different for other people) is that i get this urge deep inside me, like you know when you get loads of energy and just have to run or jump or do somthing to burn off that energy, its kinda like that. I just get this overwhelming felling to cut. Also its cos i have a lot of trouble talking to people and the pain and hurt just builds up inside me and the only way to release it and to feel human again is to cut. Feeling the pain and everything just makes me feel sane again. Its hard to explain and you probably think im some complete weirdo doing it for attention. But its not, its a result of a chemical unbalance in your brain that makes you feel like this. The cutting is a kinda side affect of it and is a temporary 'cure' for some people like myself. Weird i know but hey, thats life. Thanks for reading my poem.
Love Dan

Re: The pain (User Rating: 1 )
by HeartShapedBox on Monday, 27th January 2003 @ 03:46:07 PM AEST
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straight and to the point, but descriptive and powerful....I like it a lot, and can relate.

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