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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Broken Blade
[time] => 2007-12-12 18:15:49
[hometext] => I would say tis poem is pretty self explanitory.. please do not judge me though.. I am working on overcoming self harm...
[bodytext] => The broken blade She was hurt and battered, at her young tender age, All she ever experienced was violence, anger and rage. She tried to smile, and show that she was okay, Wearing a mask to hide the pain, that wouldn’t go away. People wondered, where the bruises were from, But didn’t bother asking, thought it would be bothersome. Little did they know, that it could cost her life, It could cost her years of pain, and never ending strife. Everyday she was scared, to go back inside, A home of insecurity, where she silently cried. In complete desperation, to deal with her life, She thought for a while, and picked up a knife. The blade slid across, her delicate skin, And bled out around her, she felt alive again. The feelings she internalized, bled from her heart, Dripped down her arm, she was a world apart. Day after day, the blade became her friend, That helped her cope with life, that helped her see past the end. As the addiction grew stronger, and life was all hate, She made a plan to take some pills, and follow her final fate. Her plan didn’t work; she woke up the next day, In anger and frustration, God hear me pray. I don’t want to be hurt anymore, or feel any pain, I want a life of happiness, a life full of gain. She began to question, what she did wrong, To deserve a life of hell, where she did not belong. She could not take it, so out came the blade, To help her cope, to help her feelings fade. Everyday she fights, hard and more, With the hopes that one day, she can fly and soar. Maybe beat the addiction, and be okay, Live the next years, a brighter and happier way. You see my friends, this girl you know, She’s around smiling, being happy and so. Take a look around, I am sure you can see, That the girl that I write about, is a girl that is me... [comments] => 6 [counter] => 407 [topic] => 72 [informant] => broken_blade [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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