My pain..., by these cuts kill.. Subscribe to rss feed for these cuts kill..

My love was unconditional 
My love was so pure 
All I wanted was for you to love me 
But now you’ve walked out of the door 
 
You said that you loved me 
And I believed every word 
If id known you were such a bastard 
Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten hurt 
 
My life is so silent 
Nothing makes a sound 
I was scared to speak up 
In case you’d give me another pound 
 
You toyed with my heart 
And you knew how it felt 
But somehow I kept coming back 
 To the nasty cards you dealt 
 
Now I’m scared to look in the mirror 
I'm way too scared to see 
The scars that I keep hidden 
From the pain you brought to me 
 
You would hurt me 
Inside my own head 
But gradually it became to 
Hurting me on my own bed 
 
I peel off the quilt sheets 
To see what I can find 
And I see the bloody stains 
One of the things you left behind 
 
You sexually abused me 
I realize that then and now 
But I didn’t speak up 
I didn’t know how 
 
This pain you passed onto me 
Is buried in my soul 
Sometimes it comes out to play 
Afterwards you see a bloody hole 
 
You gave me pain 
So I gave myself more 
I couldn’t deal with the stress 
It sunk into my pores 
 
No matter how much I scrubbed my body 
Your germs are always there 
They’re imprinted in my soul, 
And that’s something I must bare 
 
I’m trying to fill the gaps 
That you forced to crack 
But no matter how much I try 
I know ill always go back 
 
I cut my wrist to feel it 
This pain so comforting, so real 
My body relaxes greatly 
The only way I can feel 
 
I know deep down I hate you 
And I know that you’re to blame 
But when I cry at night 
I know you’re the devil I must tame 
 
You may be far away now 
You’re gone but not forgotten 
You’ll be the reason I die 
Because inside I’m rotten 
 
This pain is becoming too much 
I can no longer hold it in 
The scars are getting too big to hide 
I think I’m about to give in 
 
I swore I wouldn’t let you win 
But now it seems you have 
Congratulations! You’re the winner! 
Now seal me inside this body bag 
 
I wonder at my funeral 
Who would even come? 
Would they come out of respect? 
Or for a bit of fun? 
 
I don’t want to be involved 
In any more of you’re games 
Run away and laugh at me 
And call me those nasty names 
 
One day it would have bothered me 
One day I would have cared 
But I caused my own pain 
Which caused you to stare 
 
My own messy bloodbath 
Which pours along the floor 
Maybe death will succumb to me 
And I will hurt no more. 
Posted: 2005-07-18 15:49:44 UTC

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2005-07-29 06:16:46Silent Cries
Deep

2005-08-22 11:44:50
thats really good

2005-11-15 20:19:31 Kirsty (living in the light)
sad and depressing. good though

2006-10-08 21:08:35beautyisinside
It sad but its really a good poem!

2006-12-28 19:14:26Just Eat My Heart Out
you dont cut yourself anymore do you??? omg please dont!! its not worth it... neither is the bastard that made you feel this way!! nicole*

2007-01-01 21:44:40sk8t3R gal 4 eva
omg!!! please dont cut yourself! its not worth it!!