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The sweet smell of innocence
Contributed by
surge_joebot
on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 05:57:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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My mother screams, come out, come out! My brain is screaming, burn them all to the ground... self abuse and self destruct! And Im feeling so utterly helpless to stop it. There are two sides to the door. On one, my mum is trying to bash her way in. On the other Im trying to kill it all away. The night I bashed my head on the porcelain bath, And tried to drown myself, is a night Ill not soon forget. Not because of what I did, but why I did it. I was soulless therein after. A part of me drowned and died. And I had lost more innocence that night than any other. More than I had lost when I first had sex... More than I had lost when I buried my Dayva... I cant explain how or why, But I was childlike no more that night I tried to kill myself.
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