I feel this pain,
It builds up inside.
Filling my body to it's brim,
fueling my rage.
I can only sit and watch for I'm not in control.
To gain my composure
I cut,
I slice,
I burn.
Snap me back to reality,
My trusted death bringer.
And let me live.
Author notes
Well I thought about why I cut myself deep deeper then i normally do, I think it fills the prompt well.
A contest entry
- Fire of your mind by DestiniesTwined.
900 points, ended March 13, 2008, 41 entries
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I realte to this completely. Thanks for entering my contest. I wish you much luck, and I hope things get better for you.

