Cold As Stone

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By No Child Is Innocent Once Born

Lying on the Floor Holding a knife She throws away Her wasted life She puts the knife To her wrist Takes a deep breath And starts to slit She's so numb From hard cold fear That she feels nothing She only hears She hears the silent screams Of the rest of the world The screams of pain It's all a blur She slits again And now she sees The people that Belong to the screams She slits once more And now she smells The people burning In this hell She slits one last time And she feels She feels the pain She's felt for years She puts down the knife And reaches out She touches there faces And covers her mouth The faces vanished And she was left alone Dying slowly As cold as stone

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March 20, 2006 18:45Faith

So many poems about cutting... i don't understand the draw of it. Hmmm... maybe i am missing something. Such a sad poem.