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I don't regret that day

Contributed by lonely_boy on Thursday, 23rd December 2004 @ 12:16:10 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Some say that suicide is only for the weak
But am I really weak when I cut myself deep
A few years ago I wanted to die really bad
Because what I felt always made me sad
I thought that death would end all the pain
The pain that I held so long in vain
Though something told me that its just not my time
So I cut up my arm over 100 times
The sight of blood, and the pain I felt made me numb
But I didnt feel the urge to turn and run
I started feeling dizzy, so I sat down on the bed
For hours it seemed that my arm had bled
To tell the truth I dont regret that day
Because the wounds I got helped settle the pain
Starting to get sick, I went to the fridge
My friends told the staff to come see what I did
They grabbed some towels to stop the bleeding
But I pulled away and said that death is what Im needing
The staff tried to help but I just ran away
So that I may die in a peaceful place
But here I stand, still sad and in pain
From that day until now, I still feel the same
No matter how hard I try not to cut
The urge to do it lies silently in my gut
I still cut to get that same feeling of being numb
I cut deeper and deeper, but still, Im not done

Copyright © lonely_boy ... [ 2004-12-23 00:16:10]
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