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by Christen May 7, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Theres this pain that she cant control it haunts her whenever shes alone she takes the knife places it to her wrist she begins to see the blood and she makes a fist blood begins to flow from the cut she made feeling intoxicating her high, is the blade she takes another hit of this drug, thats her cure she no longer feels alone as she drops to the floor theres this pain that she cant control it will no longer haunt her and she will no longer be alone CLH 5/7/2010
by TheVampire
Great poem.. i could really relate a feel every phrase.