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Sociology > Depression |
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"~Fiery Redhead~" |
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16 Dec 2003 02:39:32 PM |
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My only friend (my personal poem)) |
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Just wanted to share a poem I wrote while I was cutting myself and while
I was in one of my bad moods, hope you enjo, or not, anyways comments
are welcomed
My only friend, he has no face
Everyime wemeet I feel disgraced
He know my weaknesses, he knows my faults
Although everytime we are one we never talk
I have nothing left in me to give
I have no reason to even live
My silver friend is cold to the touch
The temptation I feel is just too much
My crimson tears plead to be released
Silent screams "Why was I cursed with this disease?"
The emotions are gone
My sanity is severed
This faceless friend is very clever
Words and carvings adorn my arms
Better Hide them so as to not alarm
My sharp friend doesnt care
Legs and arms, no longer bare
My only friend, has a name
His name, as they say, is Razorblade
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| Title: Re: My only friend (my personal poem)) |
16 Dec 2003 03:00:02 PM |
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IrishQueen17@webtv.net (~Fiery Redhead~)
Date: 12/16/03 12:39 PM Pacific Standard Time
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Just wanted to share a poem I wrote while I was cutting myself and while
I was in one of my bad moods, hope you enjo, or not, anyways comments
are welcomed
My only friend, he has no face
Everyime wemeet I feel disgraced
He know my weaknesses, he knows my faults
Although everytime we are one we never talk
I have nothing left in me to give
I have no reason to even live
My silver friend is cold to the touch
The temptation I feel is just too much
My crimson tears plead to be released
Silent screams "Why was I cursed with this disease?"
The emotions are gone
My sanity is severed
This faceless friend is very clever
Words and carvings adorn my arms
Better Hide them so as to not alarm
My sharp friend doesnt care
Legs and arms, no longer bare
My only friend, has a name
His name, as they say, is Razorblade
Hey, I really like your poem. Unfortunately, I can relate, so I know exactly
what you're talking about. I have not cut in months, but the temptation is
still there sometimes. I've cut both for the sake of cutting and a few times
in pathetic attempts to end my life. I think sometimes the only thing that
keeps me from slicing my wrists open is my family. I realized after the last
two times that I was hospitalized that doing that would devastate them, and
they're going through enough already. I mean, they work so hard and worry so
much just for me and my brother, that I could not do that to them. Anyway, I'm
rambling . . . Take care and be safe.
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