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Let blood rain,
From this cursed soul,
I'm in too much pain,
To gain any control.
A habit I can't kick,
It will be the death of me,
I can't prevent it,
I'll die of blood loss.
From my own hand,
I let the blade do its job,
One, Two, Three, Four, Five,
It is never enough to satisfy.
I've lost my mind,
Or simply misplaced it,
For tonight I shall cut,
Deeper than ever necessary.
My pulse quickens,
Blood pumps faster,
I'm getting light-headed,
Could this be the sweet end?
As I lay in agony,
At the side of a blade,
Blood drips down my wrist,
I hear the angels sing.
Running toward the light,
I can't stop hoping I make it,
Alas, I wake in the hospital,
Cursing to myself frantically.
People scream with joy,
I can't help but scream in anger,
Stuck in this damned state of enslavement,
Cursed to wander with my blade to my throat...
- by Tessy Roxana |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/05/2012 |
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- Title: Died and Survived
- Artist: Tessy Roxana
- Description: I've been to a therapist who says I have a condition called depression. When I was upset, or depressed, I would "be emo" and cut. I write poetry about my experiences while I try to get better from this upsetting addiction. This is just one of my many poems, so I figured I'd put it in arenas. Hope you guys like it!
- Date: 02/05/2012
- Tags: died survived hate cutter death
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Tessy Roxana - 02/06/2012
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@kittyanimefreak Oh, I have been doing other hobbies, trying to work everything out! Thank you smile
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- kittyanimefreak - 02/06/2012
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cool... you can really feel the heartache and sadness you should really think about doing a more productive hobby it'll take you mind of things smile
good job through smile top notch for sadisticness smile
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