ur only friend, by MissBeckyBoob
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the cold metal a cross ur skin the sharp jag as it sildes a
cross ur rist blood rain down ur arms ur pulse gettin high
and the feelin of intesten pain throw ur soul u sit their
cryin in pain you feel as if you need the pysical pain cuz
it hides the emotial pain knowing the emotial pain harts
more then anything u wood pick stick a knife in ur stomch
then going back 2 that that nasty on 4giiven pain emotail
pain the bitter scars of the night be4 still on your arms
but no 1 can see u now 1 nows ur their they care about
alchole more then u and moeny u here them shout and reach 4
ur frind that cool bladed nowin there is no light at the end
of the tunnel 4 u u sit there tryin 2 contrated on the
pysical pain and keep wonderin when it will all STOP. |
Posted: 2007-06-30 19:59:42 UTC |
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2007-07-12 04:52:59 | Gothic Angel |
that was really good. it ahd a lot of emotion and i liked the form. i would be greatful if you read my poem called "shunned from yourself" it had the same basic plot but a different ending... |
2007-07-19 11:47:09 | shreya |
tht really talks a lot n i hope u dont mind me sayin but tht blades gonna b ur only friend only if u want it to.. its in ur hands to change it..
very expressive though..nice |