To which to choose
A jagged piece of glass
Or just the same razorblade.
A sharp end
Where,
I don't choose the wrist.
To many see.
For me I hide.
Right above the back of the knee
That be.
The pain
Feels so good
Relives more stress
Relives the heartbreak.
I have no real heartbreak
I love
He love.
But the pain that I see in
his Eyes,
Makes me cry in pain and heartbreak.
I have to stop
or the one that I love
Shall only vanish.
The pain
No heartbreak
only blood still
drips down my leg
With only the razor I had.
I have to hide.
The heartbreak
will only come true
Why do I hurt the only
love I have ever had.
Depression hurts.
Hurts my heart
Hurts my passion
Hurts my life.
Author notes
i chose option 4
A contest entry
- *Options* by Madison Mary.
600 points, ended July 1, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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this is really down to earth full emotion and sad and full of hurt and pain and easy for people to relate to!
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this is a great write i like it because even though ive never cut myself, i kno wat its like 2 feel depressed so this write really hits close to home.
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wow so very real
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