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Thursday, May 12, 2005


The Bloody Past

Depressed, alone, angry
Taking out a sharp object
In my state of mind, what does it matter?
Raising it hight above my physical being
Having a mental struggle
Should I break my promise or continue on?
The shadows taking over my mind and soul
Moving my arm to my skin
The knife inching closer and closer by the second
Each second lasting each year of my life
Looking back at the somber memories
Wishing them eradicated
Cutting into my skin
Dark red liquid covering me
Opening up the wounds of the past
Giving them yet another chance to consume me
When it's over, I just stare and ask myself
Is it really worth it?
Being both mentally and physically hurt?
Looking down at my scars
Regretting the day that I ever decided to do what I have just done

That's my poem. I thought I would post it in the morning because when I get home from school, I will post once again.

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