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The Inside Workings of a Cutter
Contributed by
demonika_911
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Monday, 28th November 2005 @ 06:50:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Sitting in my bedroom
I think of all the pain
And remember all the doom
Sitting, staring at the bloodstain
I remember when I was all alone
No one to help me and no one to save me
The sharpness of my pain couldve cut through stone
My best friend was a razorblade times three
Im dark, cold, angry and mean
And Im crushed at the bottom of the chain
On the outside I appear bubbly and keen
But just scratch the surface and release the pain
As I slide the razorblade across my hand
I stand there and watch the blood run free
I feel no pain but I can barely stand
And as I smear the blood, I can be me
Thats the inside workings of a cutter
Its me they despise
And I begin to stutter
But my whole lifes a disguise
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2005-11-28 06:50:41]
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Re: The Inside Workings of a Cutter
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by assassinatorgirl on
Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 03:34:59 PM AEST
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| i really like this poem. there are times i have wanted so much to cut but i know it'd hurt the few who care about me so i dont |
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Re: The Inside Workings of a Cutter
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by marie on
Sunday, 4th December 2005 @ 10:07:52 PM AEST
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| wow. thats so emotional and a great poem. |
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