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Array ( [sid] => 105205 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Comfort [time] => 2005-09-07 01:17:30 [hometext] => i was going through my old book and i saw this poem and i remember how ****** i used to feel im glad i dont do this anymore [bodytext] => Its begun
Its my comfort
I turn my wrists red
From the cold blade
I said it was stupid
I said I'd never do that
Now look its like an addiction
It fills my hate
I feel better afterwards
I tried not to do it
Its really hard I have to admit
I dont know why I love the feeling
The sting,the burn
My finguretips going numb
Blood on my pillow
Blood on my shirt
But I no longer feel unworthy
Well at least for a while
Because its begun
Its my comfort
My wrists cut up
Now I dont feel sad
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My Comfort

Contributed by sick_n_twisted on Wednesday, 7th September 2005 @ 01:17:30 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Its begun
Its my comfort
I turn my wrists red
From the cold blade
I said it was stupid
I said I'd never do that
Now look its like an addiction
It fills my hate
I feel better afterwards
I tried not to do it
Its really hard I have to admit
I dont know why I love the feeling
The sting,the burn
My finguretips going numb
Blood on my pillow
Blood on my shirt
But I no longer feel unworthy
Well at least for a while
Because its begun
Its my comfort
My wrists cut up
Now I dont feel sad




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Re: My Comfort (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Wednesday, 7th September 2005 @ 04:34:56 AM AEST
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yep...been there done that.

your thoughts are very much relatable....I guess its an physical decoy for the iternal pain inside...I'm not sure..the pathology behind cutting is endless.

there always comes a time though, when we realise we dont have it that bad.

Well done for combating the habit and I appreciate you sharing this poem!

Good on ya friend. Be happy ;)


Re: My Comfort (User Rating: 1 )
by remote on Wednesday, 7th September 2005 @ 04:55:35 AM AEST
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Glad that you dont feel that way any more. Wish you don't ever. Hopefully not because of your wrists being cut up.


Re: My Comfort (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 7th September 2005 @ 08:35:02 AM AEST
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Your worth more than you know but good write very chilling . . .

((((((4u))))))

Ben


Re: My Comfort (User Rating: 1 )
by Kano on Wednesday, 7th September 2005 @ 09:25:12 AM AEST
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Glad to see that is in the past, thanks for sharing


Re: My Comfort (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Thursday, 8th September 2005 @ 01:14:16 AM AEST
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A sad and thought provoking piece of poetry. I'm so glad you don't do it anymore. You are worth more than that, believe in yourself.
Hugs,
Sue, Dreamer


Re: My Comfort (User Rating: 1 )
by angel_eyes70 on Monday, 26th September 2005 @ 11:11:27 PM AEST
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Good poem, and its good that you dont do that anymore because you should know that you got friends to talk with when in time of need. We got your back!

XOXOXOXOXOXOX
Luv ya lots

Kimmy




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