My Insecurities

by Broken Angel   Nov 18, 2004


Lost without a trace
The cold bitting my skin
I slowly lost my place
My pain came from deep within

Red blood lines cover my wrist
My troubles seem to disappear
I feel no pain as i tighten my fist
More blood appears as no one is near

I cut away my imperfections
watch them flow away so greatly
I cut my wrist with no regrets
Trying so hard to be what you want me to be

Swallowed up whole
I look inside of me
Inside my soul
My insecurities

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