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JUST ONE MORE...

Contributed by morgana on Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 03:46:29 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



I'm trying not to hurt you...
And it's tearing me apart...
Because the only way I know to help myself...
Cuts apart your heart...

Maybe just one more...
One more won't hurt...
If only I had my blade...
Or anything sharp...

AH-HA...there is it...
Right where I had hid it before...
It still has blood in it...
From the last time...

I geuss I forgot to clean it...
Anyways now to find a spot...
Where it will be easy to hide...
I KNOW!...
On my wrist I wear my arm cuffs all the time anyways...

Time for some breif relief...
I slide th blade across my skin...
And watch the beads of blood fall to the floor...
I sit on my...
And for a minute feel free...

But then i hear your car pull up...
Time to hide the blade agian...
but my wound is still to fresh...
I blow on it...
In hopes it dries before you come in...

It's dry enough...
As I slide the arm cuff over my self-inflicted wound...
You opsen the front door...
I look around to make sure everything is in i's place...

But when I looker to the floor...
I see the blood that had dripped down...
I try to findsomething to cover it before you see...
But I was too late...

And now I see that horrible look on your face...
I tery to tell you I'm sorry...
But you turn and walk away...
You weren't supposed to be here...

Not for at least another 1/2 hour...
I never wanted to hurt you...
No,never,not again...

But it's to late now...
I tried not to hurt you...
But I failed again...













Copyright © morgana ... [ 2005-03-24 15:46:29]
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Re: JUST ONE MORE... (User Rating: 1 )
by thepos on Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 03:50:15 PM AEST
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not contest material to me.


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