Statistic

by Virginia   Aug 25, 2005


I bite my tongue everyday,
My mouth full of words I couldn\'t say,
broken and bleeding I fall to the ground,
No ones there when I look around,
Just me and all my regrets
My heart beats loudly in my chest,
letting me know I still have blood to bleed,
A good long session with the blade is what I need,

Its the only thing that keeps me sane,
The thing that I love that causes me so much pain,

The number of people who hurt themselves seems unrealistic,
But it hurts to know, that through all this pain, were still only a statistic...

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    by lee

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