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by Raquel Jul 12, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
For all those who cut, I know just how you feel. It helps ease the pain, Makes the hurt feel less real. That friendly sleek blade, Sails smooth on your arm, That tingly feeling, It absorbs all you're harm. There's just so much comfort, Watching deep blood pour out, Spreading and dripping, Your anger it shouts. The pleasure you get, Waking up in a sweat. Sleeves drenched in blood, You're life you have bet. So now they found out, They all want you to quit. Through their tears they all plead, But you think it's bull****. They'll never understand, That it helps too damn much. You're addicted to cutting, They should shut the fcuk up! *Please Vote* *I like comments too :)*
by Emily
hi love this poem if your like that then youll enjoy some of my poems keep writing!
by Chris
good poem. can totally relate. 5/5 check out my poem "blades" if you get a chance.