Care_With_A_Pen Posted May 14, 2005 Share Posted May 14, 2005 this is about an urge I had tonight... 5/13/2005, 8:46 PM I want to write what I feel, I can't seem to find the words that are real, Urged to open up my skin, Grab the glass sink it in, Afterwards feel the warmth of the cuts, What a beautiful sensational rush, When is it going to be enough? Shaken hands I can't write, Thoughts pour in my sight, Cuts ooze, Scars pink, Everything erased, No time to think, Will I make it through tonight? Will another day come my way? My tears slip down my face, Who will find me when I've lost my place? Sighs a minuet pass on by, Maybe tonight I will die, Slice to deep, Cut to long, Lay on the floor, I'll bleed to death, Find my peace in some paradise. Trying to close the picture's out, Should I stand up and shout? Does anyone care what this is all about? It's been a week I'm still afraid, I hope I can make it till 2 weeks, Recovering is all that I'm ready to seek. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted June 26, 2006 Share Posted June 26, 2006 Yea, death does happen, you can't escape it. LOL, very creative poem!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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