And the flames I feel
Rioting around under my skin,
their pain only manifests
My Anger.
What joy can you possibly find
In Crimson making its love to Silver?
In Scarlet and Black dancing behind your very Eyes? D?
In Hellfire Seeping into your being?
N
In U
a O
spin R
ning G
wor the
ld from
whe AY
re AW
yo ets
ur plum
head
I take a look
Into this Blurred Mirror
there's a whisper in my eyes
innocent
no longer.
Right now I wish
I had had the courage
To mine deeper into the softness of my flesh,
If only it would have taught you better.
But then,
I'd
Be
you.
Wouldn't I?
Rioting around under my skin,
their pain only manifests
My Anger.
What joy can you possibly find
In Crimson making its love to Silver?
In Scarlet and Black dancing behind your very Eyes? D?
In Hellfire Seeping into your being?
N
In U
a O
spin R
ning G
wor the
ld from
whe AY
re AW
yo ets
ur plum
head
I take a look
Into this Blurred Mirror
there's a whisper in my eyes
innocent
no longer.
Right now I wish
I had had the courage
To mine deeper into the softness of my flesh,
If only it would have taught you better.
But then,
I'd
Be
you.
Wouldn't I?
Author notes
Ahem. To clear things up, these are my thoughts about how my friend could possibly be enjoying cutting. I finally took him up on my promise to cut myself if he cut anymore, in hopes that it would stop him. Don't I suck? Any thoughts?
Written November 22nd, 2005
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Thanks! I fixed the stuff.
Uhhh. Yeah. Cutting's really, really, really dumb. Vuut.
Spoons! *spastic licky thingy* Thanks again =D! -
Change the font color...
In one of the last sentences, the word "mine" shouldn't be in caps.
Topic was awesome....I'm tired of all this stupid cutting drama with our friends.
Peace. Love. Empathy,
SHANNON!
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