Doors

by unnoticedXlove   Nov 10, 2005


Cutting, burning, erasing is all the same,
Creating doors to release all your pain,
When everything you do makes others classify you as insane,
It seems as cutting, burning, erasing is all the same.

Your habit is hard to tame,
And many pick on you and say its lame,
What they don't understand is
Cutting, burning, erasing is you only lane.

This sick game has you chained,
The blood may stain and theres nothing to gain,
But cutting, burning, erasing is you only lane,
Theres just no other way out.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Illusion

    Wow

    This is a really good poem. I can really relate to this poem. I like the style you wrote it in, and the way the words flow.

    Good Job

    DemonChild

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