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Monday, November 20, 2006


Bleeding out my soul

The gleam of the knife is shining bright

I know that I'm going to cut this night.

I can't explain why I must slice my skin

It is a strong urge that I have within.

I glide the knife across my flesh, there is no pain

The drops of blood is what I want to gain.

Slowly, the knife cuts deep into the arm

I don't want to die, I just want to harm.

The blood is my soul freeing itself from the past

The euphoria of seeing it, I wish it could last.

It is over now and I feel such disgust and shame

The beast of this addiction I cannot tame.

Why do I do this? The pain always returns

My soul is trapped again, the urges burn.

I can't stop. I've tried and I've tried

My good intentions are always denied.

One of these days my soul will really be free

And I can find out about the real me.

Until that day comes I'll be seduced by the blood

Cutting and burning in the memories that flood.

Ginger 2004 this poem speeks tome so much i must cut

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