Lost

by Muffin   Jan 3, 2008


Trying to stop it from drawing blood but I can't
I cut myself one more time,
without regret or of what people think
All i want to do is create a new pain

one that I could control
one that i could use when i want it
one that no one else could know about
or that no one can use on me

The pain is created as the knife tickles me
drawing blood watching it and
steading the pain
To much blood is lost
just like the beating of my heart

My soul is free
as am free
free to stop hurting the one I love
I am gone and will be a better memory
then a ever be a person

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  • 16 years ago

    by Bekka Smekka

    I love this!! the way you talk about control. i knew someone who cut themselves, but they did it because it was the one thing they could control!! 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by xoxkatrinaxox

    Uuh 5\5. nice job. i like the line"I cut myself one more time,
    without regret or of what people think
    All i want to do is create a new pain " i understand that, it flows nicely i think and i can feel what you mean in this. great job!

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