cutting my problems away
I struggle through my pain
Holding the knife to my wrist
The creation of a dark stain
I press the knife into my skin
Then I close my eyes
As I make the first cut
Im shacken by endless cries
My wrist is now bleeding
There are cuts deep and long
An outlet of pain
The feeling is wrong
Now hiding all evidence
I go through my day
Waiting to go home
to cut my problems away
The cycle continues
There is NO HOPE
Shackled in endless darkness
Again I say THERE IS NO HOPE!
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Great
Wow Wow absolutely amazing! I can relate to cutting and you have captured it in a powerful sense. Heartfelt and sad, I feel for anyone who cuts because I know how bad it is to stop. Thanks for sharing because your poem helped me realize I'm not so alone with my stuggle
take care
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DAMN girl! This is good.
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thanx
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very nice work
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omg i love this
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thanx I am glad to hear you like this
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Amazing!
This is extremely powerful. It describes me as well. Great Job!
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thanx so much
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this is 100% true hun..wow u descirbed me! good job and good luck in the contest!
christina
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thanx, I haven't really entered many contest so I am hoping for the best. I will be happy win or lose. It is a blessing for me to post my poetry and feel free to express, cause that is hard for me
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ur welcome. awww well i hope u win!
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