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The Unseen
Contributed by
lilblkcat
on
Sunday, 11th February 2007 @ 09:52:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Its raging inside of me
With nowhere to go
I feel Im going crazy
Like Im losing all control
I grab my trusted knife
I place it to my skin
Putting pressure and dragging it
Blood leaks from within
All the emotions inside of me
Begin to take a form
The pain starts to subside
When I feel the blood thats warm
Scars mark over my body
Im ashamed of what I do
I wear clothes that cover them
Hoping that nobody knew
Why must I feel this way
Every time Im in pain
If I continue to do this
One day I may strike a vein
Controlling something that cant be seen
I dont know how its done
I must put it in physical form
Or else the pain has won
One day Ill find my way
To control the unseen
But until that day comes
I guess Ill stick to the routine
Copyright ©
lilblkcat
... [
2007-02-11 21:52:02]
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Re: The Unseen
(User Rating: 1 )
by jdawg on
Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 12:57:24 AM AEST
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wow, Im left speachless. as though sad and similar to what i used to do, I found my cure through poetry, instead of afflicting myself, all that I felt and all that was bothering me, hurting me, etc.. I put to poetry. and As though at times I still feel the pain, gives me the source I need to write another. And as far as this poem goes, You make me feel what you are saying, great write. may all your dreams come true.
always
Justin |
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Re: The Unseen
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by ashleigh on
Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 04:01:42 PM AEST
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| I don't really know how I got over doing that, I don't know what changed... what I did differently... or what. This one kind of made me lose my breath because it's like... my past, you know? People found out about mine, though, and my parents are utterly embarrassed at every scar on my body. And now every time i have a new "boo-boo", they pound me with questions and tell me not to pick at it. Quite annoying really, as I know I gave myself the wound itself, (I know I said I stopped but I just meant stopped with the sharp objects part.) but still. Hope everything gets better! :] |
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