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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Dec 6, 2004 12:56:19 GMT -5
I love the scars on my body the razors stinging kiss, I love my new found hobby the everlasting sin.
I love the little game I play to hide each and every scar, so no one will see them Ive done so good so far.
Ive hidden my depression almost as well as my scars, they know of my unhappiness, but not my horrific wars.
I write of my depression everytime I selfharm, the cuts have never been that deep to signal for alarm.
I hate it when people ask me if I am ok, because its just a reminder that Im not each day.
I hate it when those people say I do it for attention, so how can that be possibe, if I hide them from my own obsession.
I love the razors kiss the stinging pain I feel, I hate all those people who dont even know what's real.
I hide my obsession the scars upon my skin, my lasting depression the pain I feel within.
I hate the way I love it the blade inside my fingers, I love my obsession and how the pain just lingers.
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Post by bloodredtears on Dec 7, 2004 11:24:03 GMT -5
this is a really great piece it expresses your emotion so well...it scares me to think that you really enjoy cutting, because it's so harmful...but i'm not going to give you a huge lecture on it...just be careful! i hope things get better, even if that's not how it usually works out, hugz!
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Post by Seth on Dec 12, 2004 11:47:34 GMT -5
Hm, it does become a sort of twisted hobby doesn't it? Interesting and wonderful portrayal of a very deep dark secret. Cutting is a very intense and drastic thing, but sometimes it's or at least seems, the only answer... Awesome write, I love everything about this, especially the last stanza.
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