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by Krillin Aug 25, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sharpen the knife, To cut into my flesh. The scars are healing, I'll soon make them fresh. The blade digs in, Blood runs down my arm. This is my reality, Causing myself harm. The pain feels good, It's the only thing that's real. It's a shame I have to do this, In order to feel. I wear long sleeves, So no one will know. But I will keep cutting, So the pain doesn't show.
by dandy
I'm so sorry you feel you have to do this to yourself. Keep your head up. There's a reason you were put on this earth. Very sad, but good poem. ~dandy~
by wcgirl02
super job, thanks for sharing your words with me
