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Array ( [sid] => 88029 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Unhealable [time] => 2005-03-19 22:25:19 [hometext] => This is about how my whole life was about being hurt and how the pain has carried on into my life and will always be like this, and its to the point where im unhealable [bodytext] => The pain gets unbearable,
My lungs begin to fall.
The torture's cut too deep,
As it tears away the wall.

Nothing makes it stop,
The ache is always there.
The people see right through me,
At the scars they seem to stare.

The only thing that soothes me,
Is the silence of the knife.
With every cut I bleed,
I bleed away my life.

My mentality is different,
I dont quite think the same.
None of them can understand,
Why I bleed with shame.

In that moment when the blood seeps,
I can no longer feel the ache.
My mind just swtiches gears,
As my bones no longer break.

Its an action of relief,
Which has turned into addiction.
I thought I could handle it,
This wasnt my prediction.

The cuts marked by the blade,
Will eventually someday heal.
Just because the scars have faded,
Doesnt change the fact theyre real.

The inner scars I have,
Will never go away,
Too much pain I feel,
Every single day.

I know there is no pill,
And I know there is no cure.
Im just a sinner,
Living in a screwed up world.

Im beginning to stray,
Im becoming unreachable.
The wounds have gone too deep,
And now I am unhealable.

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Unhealable

Contributed by Pats4eva7 on Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 10:25:19 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



The pain gets unbearable,
My lungs begin to fall.
The torture's cut too deep,
As it tears away the wall.

Nothing makes it stop,
The ache is always there.
The people see right through me,
At the scars they seem to stare.

The only thing that soothes me,
Is the silence of the knife.
With every cut I bleed,
I bleed away my life.

My mentality is different,
I dont quite think the same.
None of them can understand,
Why I bleed with shame.

In that moment when the blood seeps,
I can no longer feel the ache.
My mind just swtiches gears,
As my bones no longer break.

Its an action of relief,
Which has turned into addiction.
I thought I could handle it,
This wasnt my prediction.

The cuts marked by the blade,
Will eventually someday heal.
Just because the scars have faded,
Doesnt change the fact theyre real.

The inner scars I have,
Will never go away,
Too much pain I feel,
Every single day.

I know there is no pill,
And I know there is no cure.
Im just a sinner,
Living in a screwed up world.

Im beginning to stray,
Im becoming unreachable.
The wounds have gone too deep,
And now I am unhealable.





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Re: Unhealable (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 10:44:41 PM AEST
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wow.. this is an amazing write on this subject.. so deep.. so felt. its so well expressed. I understand what you feel ... I can relate.. great work though

JENNI


Re: Unhealable (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 10:56:00 PM AEST
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brilliant. i loved this piece. you dont know how hard it is for me to read a piece word for word these days, and i read every word of this one. it was that good. quite a feat of talent, since this is quite long. i cant read 4 stanzas without scanning by the second with most posts here. but this, this is a masterpiece. ill have to keep an eye out for your work =]




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