troublegal05 Posted December 1, 2004 Share Posted December 1, 2004 My loving friend has come to free me His cold touch lifts me of my worries and heals me of my wounds It airs my blood to soaken sorrowful cries Reflect me friend, bleed me of my problems and raise me to your cut and end me of these miseries and all of these meaningless cuts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zab Posted December 1, 2004 Share Posted December 1, 2004 thats deep...a lil psychotic but very deep... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Delaurence23 Posted December 2, 2004 Share Posted December 2, 2004 ya a reply to the last post for one to the author i love your poem to the person who replied you need to broaden your horizons a little more i know there are flippin shrinks on here n stuff i used to cut a lot you and so many other people need to realize it isnt psychotic its a way of reliviing your pain it lets everything go by putting a diffrent pain on yourself i donno maybe youve never experienced such pain youve had to resort to this but please im begging you dont accuse people of being psychiotic it drives them into a bigger whole by the way the peom was aamzing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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