SILENCE 0NLY TEARS AS I PRESS THE BLADE AGAINST MY PALE SKIN RED THE BL00D FL0WS FR0M THE W0UNDS ECH0ING MY INNER PAIN SATISFACTI0N AS I FEEL THE KNIFE SLICING INT0 ME I 0NLY DESERVE PAIN ANGUISH AS I REALIZE WHAT I'VE D0NE. I FEEL ACC0MPLISHMENT AS I GAZE AT THE MARKS 0P0N MY SKIN MY SKIN STARES PE0PLE ARE H0RRIFED D0NT UNDERSTAND WHY NEITHER D0 I
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
about this person who just cant seem to stop cutting depressed person
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