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*art on my wrist*

Who do you turn to when everything is helpless
you sit staring into an empty space
hoping that someone hears your silent cries
you reach out for a hand
but your dazed eyes catch a glimpse of your hurt, love, regrets, lies, your scars, a story far more worse than the pain of making them.
That pain is a scar deep inside
it can never heal nor be forgotten.
its just there to penetrate your heart
and to remind you
that everything is your fault...


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Written August 29th, 2006

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  • DarkHunter
    September 11, 2006
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    This is a good piece and you have described the feelings very well. Wish you all the best in the contest. James

  • aydan
    September 6, 2006
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    i like this poem very much its beautifully phrased thankyou ressurected heart


  • darkalesyse
    August 30, 2006
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    i loved this write. i felt it ALL the way, thanks for sharing!!!


  • Resurrected-heart
    August 29, 2006
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    Good write, thanks for the entry.
    God bless you
    RH