Scarred

Just a thought away from suicide
I have one foot in the grave
And though I yearn to live my life
I'll never recover from my mistakes
God may forgive me for my sins
But I can't take that chance
Because I've done too much, thus far
And my mind's dizzy from the devils dance
My sins weigh heavy on my heart
And my life's as scarred as my wrists
With this knife in my hand, I cut one more time
To watch the blood flow, I couldn't resist
This world is fading, it is getting dark
And my eyes are beginning to close
Could I have ever made something of myself
But now it's too late and I'll never know
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Posted: Sep 2012

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morgen90210
What a tragic take on wrist cutting...
Thanks for sharing sigh
lorii
as soon as you were starting to be the cute lovey dovey poet you hit us with something so harsh lolz blues crying ugh pass me some tissues, amazing and touching write x

Lorii purple heart
mcradloff
I worked with a guy named Jim for a short period of time. I remember him as two grades above me in high school. I don't know weather he was bullied in school or at home, but he had so many razor scars on his arms, you couldn't count them. That a person would have that much emotional pain that physical harm to themselves would clense their souls from pain, it is just trajic. At least now he is on disability and doesn't have to endure the inhumanity any more.doh comfort
Redex
such a sad tragic poem nonetheless a good read as depicts the condition fully.thumbs up
Dementia
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