An urge runs through my veins
I must set it free
Release it before it builds to something more
Something I won't be able to control
I can feel a breakdown coming
So I'm preparing for the worst
But this night there's no one to run to
I swore to myself I would beat this
I can't give in, I just CAN'T!
I've made it three days so far
And that's good for me
Because I use to cut everyday
Tears are welling up in my eyes
But I can't let them fall
Because in the situation crying makes it worst
It drives me to cut my skin more
My stomach feels queasy
My head is pounding with pain
As the urge runs through my veins
I just can't do it, not now
Because my scars are finally fading
I can't have more!
I'm sick of keeping them hidden
I'm sick of worrying that someone will see
But if I do give in tonight
I might just go a little to far
This night might but like the night I overdosed
When I lyed there on the floor
Blood falling from my wrist
That was the night I came 5 pills away from death
The night death was so close I could feel it
God be with me, make me strong
Because I can feel it in my heart
I might not last that long
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Written September 3rd, 2006
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great poem
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i cant possibly imagine that feeling, ill say that now. it sounds impossible to deal with and i probably dont know the half of it. but maybe this will help:
try to find a alternitive to cutting... writing was mine maybe one will work for you, try to find something to take your mind of everything, and 'do' it...
i tend not to comment on poems like this... because the end up being a little too personal to comment on possitivly... sorry ^_^


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