Another hit
Another slit
It’s all the same
You see my tears
You are my fears
The biggest of them all
Just fake it
‘Cause you’ll never make it
A real man... I think not
I don’t hate the pain
I hate the look of vain
That’s on your face
Are you happy that you are winning?
Or do you realize that you are sinning
♥ I hope it doesn't bruise ♥
Why do you kill me slow?
Don’t you know it is low?
♥ Hid my scars ♥
What is your aim?
Is it to see my pain?
♥ Make up covers the bruises ♥
If I died tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow?
♥ Clean the blood from the floor ♥
Author notes
this poem was written ages ago...like two years ago...but i found it the other day when i was cleaning my room so i thought i would share it...
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jaded teardrop
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... this is soo sad, i should give this to my ex and tell him to be sorry for all of the pain he has caused me. it's a great write, but it's really sad, just the way i like it. slitting is bad, but a good relief against the violence others put upon you. it was sad and beautiful hun, i loved it.... keep writing, i wish i could write suicide as well as you...
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great write, am a bit confused what its about though, can u tell me? xxx
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hey
this poem was written when things between me and my dad werent going to well...the situation wasnt as bad as the poem sounds...i went to my bed room after another fight with my dad and slit my wrist for a bit pf relief and then when i slept i had a dream that my dad was more abusive then he is and yer i woke up at like 3 am and wrote this poem...the poem is about a fathers rage and abuse towards his daughter and his daughter slitting her wrist because of the abuse. -
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awww right i understand now, great rite hun xxxx
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