I don't think i can help it..., by faith. . .
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Looking at my arms i see the scars that are always there
Regretting the fact i was the one who did that to myself
I wish the pain would leave and the marks would disappear
But they'll stay with me forever, just as a constant
reminder
Of the shit that caused me to do as i did and scar myself
forever.
You look at me in disgust because you cannot understand
Don't realise the things that caused me to reach for that
blade
So you walk away and leave me, leave me lying on the ground
With nothing to hold on to so i'll fall down once again
Just as i did before and all the other times to come.
I sit alone and friendless in the dark underneath my bed
Nothing but a knife to keep me company, keep me safe
But what good does it do coz all i want to be is dead
I'm scared of what i might do with nobody to pull me through
And nobody to turn to so all i do is watch the blood flow.
When they find me they won't realise the terror that i felt
When the darkness closed around me and the numbness took
over
I don't think its what i really wanted but there was no
other way out
coz i couldn't talk about the shit, nobody made me so i fell
I'm scared of what i might do to myself...i don't think i
can help it...
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Posted: 2005-08-12 17:52:03 UTC |
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2005-09-09 17:00:36 | My_pain_your_thrill |
wow... this poem is o great, i can totally relate to this, brilliant.. |