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This is a poem I wrote last night:
I feel betrayed by my own feelings,
My wrist cut by a razorblade,
This is it,
The pain's almost covered in shade.
I have had more then I can handle,
These tears inside of me are for someone I love,
Blood splattered for what I don't feel,
Life needs to set me free like a dove.
I'm quitting because of all this pain,
Quitting because its hard,
Quitting before I hurt some more,
I am tattered, worn and brutally scarred.
I've gone silent because of the misery,
I'm not listening or talking,
I have had enough,
I'll slit my wrists and keep on walking....
 InuYashalover17 · Mon Dec 06, 2004 @ 07:29pm · 2 Comments |
