And a thousand little razor blades flew through the air and hit me full force at about 99 miles an hour-
Naked, bleeding, mystified, I sat up only to see the little thumb tacks headed my way
I curled into a ball as small as I could make myself but it did no good-
I could feel the pain and it felt good-
I felt alive at least-
Something to free me once again from the cell in which i lived that kept me safe and secure from myself-
It was me who caused the problems always, it was me who never knew when to shut up-
It was always me who never knew how to get it right-
Beautiful pain release me from myself-
Let me die again in your arms broken, bleeding, and free like only you can let me be-
A token of love left on a broken blade fell thru the crack in the drain and slipped down into the swirl of nothingness never to be known again-
and that was the tear that fell from my eye just before i died-
A contest entry
- the voices... by shecantstopfalling..
360 points, ended October 11, 2008, 14 entries
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This is really good. I liked the begining the best. thanx for entering, good luck
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WOW. I loved this write so personal and hard-hitting, great work I can empathise as I am a self-harmer and BI-Polar SZ
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Awesome effect. That first line comes across like a shotgun blast. Then i get a slow darkening....a numbing vibe. Very good piece, well written.
Thank you for sharing.
Head up and stay strong.
Rodney -
wow!
Sadly a beautiful dark write here. Your pen has an awesome talent.
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Well Penned!
Felt it, lived it, loved it...
Great descriptive narrative, word use, visualisation and execution of the premise.
Way to channel that darkness...
Bravo!!!
Thank you for making me feel...
Well done!!!
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This is laced with powerful darkness, an excellent piece, very well penned. Thank you for your wonderful entry and best of luck in my contest
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Beautifully horrifying! I love it!
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This is deep in its own way a person that cuts and ends up dead from it at the end and it sounds like it is saying that the person was already in the ground before that last cut nice work thanks for reading my work again and thanks for helping me with something in one of them lol lots of love SH
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Do not be obsessed with death
Living life can be great fun
I look forward to every breath
Full of joy, so now I've won!
Tiki Cat, Doctor of Good Humor -
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I am not obsessed with death but rather with life. I write about death because of how much i do cherish life.
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"Let me die again in your arms broken, bleeding, and free like only you can let me be-"
Such dark imagery. It make me feel something deep inside. It makes me long for more.
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