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ProfoundDesolation — Hating Myself
Published: 2004-02-19 02:59:09 +0000 UTC; Views: 116; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 4
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Hate surges through me,For nothing or no one in paticular.
Just myself.
The self-mutilation,
That makes my mind calm.
The white scars,
Traced into my body.
The new blood,
From the slash I just inflicted.
It's like I'm two different people,
The one that hates the other,
I'm all I have,
Yet I'm my own worst enemy.
My best friend,
The razor,
Hurting the body I despise.
Lying unconscious,
In my own pool of blood,
Fading in and out of blackness,
My only way out.
Each day I do it,
More and more,
Cutting, slitting, spilling all the blood I can,
The crimson release is becoming too much,
I dread the moment when
I finally come to kill myself.
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hey meg I thought this poem was deep strait up
c u at school
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It's lovely and morbid, just like me. I find hating myself easy to do, and hard to resist but I try not to flaunt it. Though I'm not saying you do flaunt it. It's good to release pain, and stuffles. or else it builds until you pop. I've poped before, believe me don't let it build.
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i completely agree. Thats mainly why i write like that is because you have to let things out. thanks for sharing!!
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