My Addiction

by Poetically Broken   Jun 14, 2008


I'm addicted to the way it feels,
With the knife across my wrist,
And how the blood runs slowly,
Down my Tightened fist,

Its hard to stop cutting,
And i don't know why,
But when I start to cut,
All I do is cry,

They stare at me with disbelief,
Wondering why I do this,
They thought i was so happy,
But I regret that fake bliss,

I promised to myself over and over,
To never do it again,
But pain got the best of me,
now left are the scars on my skin

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  • 16 years ago

    by Fake Facade

    Wow, nice poem.

    really great use of words, and the flow is really good.

    LeoNardo

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