a river of pain, by Natural_beauty_Ashe
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that razorblade i hold in my hands
is wats going to make my pain in
no its not suicide its just relief
to cut your wrists and just bleed
you think you bleed out the pain and tears
and your secrets and fears
some look upon me as looney or insane
but i only cut to let out that river of pain
but in the end what do you gain
scars on your wrists and youll still feel the pain
im learning that those who hurt me arent effected by the
cuts
and thats why ill eventually have to stop and say thats
enough
but as long as my skin can feel wet rain
i will everday release that river of pain |
Posted: 2009-03-24 21:02:35 UTC |
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2009-03-26 01:39:05 | Natural_beauty_Ashe |
well then at least someone understands wat im going through in some way |