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Cut
Contributed by
Amanda_Interrupted
on
Friday, 19th August 2005 @ 02:17:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Staring into my shameless blade
My hopes and dreams begin to fade
I can see myself as I gaze
A hopeless thought in a hopeless daze
The shining reflection in silver I see
The price I pay for being me
Across my arm, across my leg
Give me peace, please I beg
When will I feel, when will I cry?
When will I live, when will I die?
When will I see what you see?
When will I feel you, feeling me?
Here are the scars that hide my pain
Now I am ready for the rain
Tell me why the rain is red
Tell me why I feel so dead
My shameless blade, such a release
Shining silver bringing such peace
I can see my reflection like a mirror
Blurred with rage, blurred with fear
My heart bleeds, pours outside
Where can I run, where can I hide?
Dont ever look upon my face
And choose to judge me with no grace
Everything I know, I know is wrong
Everything Ive known, known for so long
It is from grace that I fell
Into my own prison, my Hell
Look into my poisoned eyes
Listen to my blood red cries
I look and watch the blood flow through
My aching heart, I know nothing true
So I take the razor from underneath the bed
Stare at the corners, blotches of red
Roll up my jeans and run the blade across my skin
The dark dripping blood, my heroin.
Copyright@Amanda Bentley
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Amanda_Interrupted
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2005-08-19 14:17:49]
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Re: Cut
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 19th August 2005 @ 02:22:04 PM AEST
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| This was a good poem, I liked all of the rhyming you did, but when you cut yourself it affects your health, I believe that your health goes down, you start to feel less emotions as well and you just put yourself in more danger, I liked this poem but the ending seem to really make me sick, even though I liked how you said The Dar Dripping Blood My Heroin, that was awesome, anyway it was a very good write. SLipSiX. HugGLes. Hope everything is okay. |
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Re: Cut
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 19th August 2005 @ 02:27:17 PM AEST
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| This is beautiful... I can feel your pain and believe me I can 100% relate to this poem. Well done... keep up the good work. |
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Re: Cut
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by colinbaker62 on
Friday, 19th August 2005 @ 07:19:31 PM AEST
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Amanda, this is bittersweet. I think that whenever people are seeking answers to such problems as you set out so clearly, it pays sometimes, not only to look within, but also without.
By this I mean all ideas have their origin in the real world in which we live. I mean, you can't think of something if you have no knowledge of it now can you. Sometimes people lose sight of the 'without' aspect and start to punish themselves which I think only makes the whole situation worse.
I did enjoy reading this though, especially as I have three daughters , two of whom are experiencing similar kinds of pressures in school etc...
Colin |
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Re: Cut
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by xXxmegsxXx on
Sunday, 21st August 2005 @ 04:54:25 PM AEST
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this is an amazing poem, you have a wonderful gift for writting
im always here if you need to talk
megs xXx |
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