Emotions caught deep within
Overwhelming me until I give in
I take the needle, dig it into my skin
To silence the sadness that lies within
I would rather silence it another way
When I can't handle my sadness one day
I scratch my arms despite what loved ones say
But I would rather find another way
I hurt so many with the things I do
I wish I could handle it just for you
But I always rely on needles and other too
To ease my pain, it's what I do
Broken promises, so many I break
I wish I could keep myself in a decent state
I wish I could stop it for loved ones' sake
But I can't make promises or they will break
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Don't cut. Seriously. Ever.
Written March 19th, 2003
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I don't make promises, as they're hard to keep. But not cutting again is a promise that I truly truly try not to stray away from. i hope that you have tried to amend this thought in your head as well.
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the helplessness of being taken over by an addiction, wanting to stay for the sake of a promise but the blade strays from the hiding place and once again slips against your skin... broken promises. xxx
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Desperation and sorrow and hopelessness is what I feel when I read this. It flowed very nicely and it had rhythm. Very well written.
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Then don't make the promises... just say you'll try... try is the best you can do and if it happens all the power to you and if not then you can always try again. Wonderfully written hun
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Broken Promises... I really liked. I see you put emotion into it. Keep up the good writing.
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Yikes, I am sorry you are hurt so bad, Maybe you might be able to find an alternative to cutting if you do. Get better, bye.
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