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[sid] => 120679
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Beautiful Scars
[time] => 2006-05-24 14:06:41
[hometext] => Poem about cutting and such, my thoughts.
[bodytext] => Beautiful Scars They dance across my arms. I run my fingers over them And smile to myself. Oh, how they look so pretty. Thoughts of death enter my mind. I grab my blade. Touch it to my arm. Watch the blood appear. My latest scar is my favorite. I feel a sense of pride and horror. I cannot wait to cut myself again. Horror that someone may find out And take my beautiful blade away. This is all I have; My blade, my blood, my scars, To save me from my death. Death is beckoning. Reaching for the gun But to stop at the sight, Sight of my savior, my blade. I feel the pain and darkness again, Blocking my view. My hand touches my blade. I can see before me, The beautiful blood of my pain. And the scars keep coming. Perhaps one day, I will go too far. Cut myself and not stop the blood. Too deep to be saved. Blackness slips over my eyes. The blade cannot save me anymore. My last breath and sight. My last beautiful scar. redtears May 2006 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 13 [informant] => redtears [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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