Bleeding for the cure
I thought this path was so sure
But when they figured it out
I found myself left in doubt
Would I be strong enough
I didn't think I could be that tough
Why was it so hard to stop
Because of the pain, there were a lot
The cuts on my arms were only skin deep
The cuts in my heart started to seep
I had to stop, I had to be strong
But I figured out that I was wrong
The cutting would happen
And the disappointment would appear again
It left me feeling so sick
All these lies got so thick
I didn't know who I was anymore
I was always the weak one falling to the floor
The pain cut through me like a knife
And with one last thought "this is my life"
Hate it, love it?
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LOVE IT!
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thanks, i like your "The Blade" poem as well.
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