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To my friends it is over My loved ones forget My struggle to stop her They'll quickly forget But she isnt gone She's never been stronger She whispers to me And every night longer She tells me lies She tells only truth Why cut my arms? When I have my thighs... The red that is Running The thrill of my cunning My secret release Once more mine to enjoy I don't ask for judgement Or pity, or guilt Only for acceptance In this world you have built At some point they'll find out It cannot be helped But until then I'll keep writing And riding it out.... |
This poem is intense. Who is the "she" in the story? I feel your pain through this poem. It's a good write! Stay strong | Posted on 2006-10-01 00:00:00 | by SOS33 | [ Reply to This ] | |