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[laceblade]

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.

Comments

Re: hey

[mystickeeper.livejournal.com]

Wow, I'm definitely going to IM you! But not right this minute, I have to finish my English homework, >_< But, I guess I can see why you thought I cut myself after reading that poem - but I don't. I never have, and I hope I never will. It's a metaphor I use sometimes for pain on the inside, sometimes it feels like I bring the pain upon myself. Thank you so much for commenting, I'm looking forward to talking to you, ^_~