Hide my pocket knife
Tonight I might take my life
I feel hated and unwanted
Sometimes I feel like my soul is haunted
The thing is I like pain
It helps me feel that I'm no longer held back by a chain
All my hate and anger release
But everytime I do so my heart loses another piece
I dont think its the best choice
But what can I lose
What should I choose
Its either pain or death
Which one is the best
The blade feels oh so good
But I have to hide my scars under my little black hood
Why cant I stop
A contest entry
- food for thought- ♥- cutters, noncutters, and ex-cutters by Immortal Obscurity.
875 points, ended November 10, 2008, 16 entries
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I can relate I like it very we'll worded xx
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While I can't relate by any stretch, I have many friends who would probably see themselves in your words. Cutting is like any other addiction; dangerous, and damn-near impossible to stop once you've started, so you need to be careful.
My only suggestion: You need to work on your end-line rhyme. If you find that a particular word is too hard to rhyme, then I recommend using one that isn't as difficult... It'll help your poem to flow better
Thanks for entering, and good luck.
Laura
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I love it.
I can relate to it.the rhyming is catchy.it just realy good!!!
I can't wate to read more from you.
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I've always wondered, how can pain inflicted on self take away pain inflicted from the world.
It's like killing one friend because another one got beat up by somebody else, then you regret it for all the rest of your days, hiding away under your little back hood of/in shame.
But still none the less, I empathize with your discontent at the feeling of an inferior existance.
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i like it
this poem is ace, i know exactly how that feels like what the poem is describing
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