My salty tears will flow
My Heart will race
You're name i'll carve
In this God forsaken place
Down my wrist
Red streams will run
Meandering back and forth
Then when it stops. I'm Done
What is this monster
That iv'e become?
Eating at my soul
Until I'm completely numb
I can't ever seem to stop it
Just contain it for a while
But then it's back to start again
Crushing my worries. Making me smile
Although this monsters back again
I welcome it with open arms
My only control and release
Keeps me breathing
Just For Now.
The thought of being on my own
scares me witless fills me with dread.
To cope without cutting,
I know i'd rather be dead.
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hmm, interesting. sence i dont cut i dont know why you guys do it, but i dont critize it, because i dont know what your going though, this is a good poem
~!~keep writing~!~
~marin~
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