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Pain.

The stitch in my side is killing me
Cutting my breath short every time I breathe
And this feeling inside is burning me away
Turning insides to ashes and blowing astray
Tears sting my eyes, the salt in my wound
Killing me inside, my black balloon
I thought when I smiled, it was just a lie
But it's only a knife tearing me up inside
Stop this pain, hold me close
Tell me things that no body knows
Then I'll awake from the hellish dream
And see that everything is as bad as it seems.

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It's short... Yes, I know, but it's straight to the point.
Written June 15th, 2006

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  • haudauxilium
    June 15, 2006
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    It is short, and Im glad. Sometimes keeping it short is the way that works the best, it sure works with this poem - you are totally straight to the point, and you hit the nail on the head and perfectly wrote pain. This is dark and beautiful, but I dont think I need to tell you that. Well done this is a great write x


  • Blasphemous Girl
    June 15, 2006
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    Your right about this poem being straight to the point, and that is what is really good about it. This speaks a lot of truth about a lot of things, the way you descibe things is great, real talent. Keep up the good work, I enjoyed reading this poem. xXx.