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Lost But Never Found

finding myself lost in what i swore never to do
as this blade caresses my skin
i think of all of them again
people i swore i trusted
i hate them right now
my mind is busted
i wont cry
i wont fight it
watching the blood run down my arm
i fell that heat that high
its been so long
but this time i truly want to die
bleed myself dry
fell like i'm fighting a lost battle
FU** love
FU** friends
i barely need them
they don't need me
not wile i'm falling apart
worse than they are
where can i find the one thing
to git this out of my head
the blade
that shiny thing i still dream of
as the blood pushes threw the skin
falling threw the world
now i'm lost in nothing
searching for something
have to find something
something to make me stop
and now
i know
the search
is for me
but i am lost
and can't be found

Author notes

i didn't know if i cud cuss in this contest i'm sorry i had to write and this contest is one of those write anything so i wrote about what i'm felling this time i use to cut and swore to never again looks like the past always comes back to us

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  • LovesPlayToy
    September 5, 2008
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    are u okay???

    talk to me ...

    tell me wats going on

  • LovesPlayToy
    September 5, 2008
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    are u okay???

    talk to me ...

    tell me wats going on


  • Falling in Loveless
    September 5, 2008

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    your past only will come back if you let it... its a beautiful poem, but now i just cant help but worrie... im really sorry you feel like this right now...


  • fairytalelovestory
    September 5, 2008

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    it's fine, i don't mind. like i said as long as it's tasteful. i dont care what is writte. and the poem is great.