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I keep waiting in the dark,
bleeding and crying
inside my heart.
My helpless hands
and useless body
mean nothing.
Deep inside,
the continuous knife
dances.
My face is hidden
and my wrists are bleeding
and the tears are wetting my cheeks.
My hands cradle my head,
resting on my knees,
a pathetic posture.
There's light shining in,
and it's comforting.
But it's still sickeningly lonely.
Sickening and painful
and pathetic.
And yet, it never stops.
bleeding and crying
inside my heart.
My helpless hands
and useless body
mean nothing.
Deep inside,
the continuous knife
dances.
My face is hidden
and my wrists are bleeding
and the tears are wetting my cheeks.
My hands cradle my head,
resting on my knees,
a pathetic posture.
There's light shining in,
and it's comforting.
But it's still sickeningly lonely.
Sickening and painful
and pathetic.
And yet, it never stops.
hey
I woke up one morning deep on thought
vaugly I remembered at battle that was fought
surly it happened, it is all so clear
a bloody battle was fought here
darkness begins to close all arounnd
even straining I can bearly hear the loudest of sounds
my hand hits the ground and it is wet
this must be where the fighters met
i look at my hand and the floor. . it is red
i can see one man left this battle dead
suddenly a pain twinges through my arm
and I relize I was the one in harm
no one died here last nite
and no one lost this bloody fight
i sit here life suppose to be taken
oh dear. . . g-d you have mistaken
blood is still dripping from my wounds
my last breath I hope will be taken soon
i try to recall what caused the fight
tears begin to flow from fright
the yelling, the fighting, the beatings that leave me sore
I don't know how much I can take anymore
A knife is raised- - - one that is used to cut meat
but cutting the bone will be a chalenging feat
i close my eyes as down quickly comes the blade
i sure as hell hope my final plans have been made
i feel the blade hit the flesh
now i will forever peacefully rest
and if you do cut...you shouldn't...i don't expect you to listen to me but i'm 15 and i had been cutting since i was in the 6th grade...i JUSt stopped two months ago....so if you need anyone to talk to then e-mail me XxLittleOne52xX@aol.com.....or IM me sporkfan101.......
Becca
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