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    dots Submission Name: Slits Upon My Heartdots

    Author: disturbedx1000
    ASL Info:    28/m/ny
    Elite Ratio:    3.67 - 204/326/124
    Words: 287
    Class/Type: Poetry/Alone
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       i once had a stage of depression about 5 years ago was the last time i even though about cutting or drinking to hurt myself, and temporarly releave my pains and troubles. but i never went through with it then as i once had a year b4. i don't scar that easily but the more serious times i was depressed i left some scars on my wrist in my stupidity. since resent events with someone i once love i have thought about cutting or over drinking but then something unexpected happened. i met someone and she saved me from myself. i'm taking this time to thank you babe. i've thanked you before but i feel the need to thank you agian. i love you babe.

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    dotsSlits Upon My Heartdots

    happy mask i wear,
    so frial and fragile,
    dispite the moment,
    shatter and show the real me,

    show the blood lust,
    show all the scars,
    hidden within my skin,
    hidden within my heart,

    i spread my black wings,
    hiding within there shadows,
    i shed my tears of blood,
    i feel alone in this world,

    i'll drink to the party,
    my friends as well,
    but no one can save me,
    i'll drink to my sorrow as well,

    i'll dance the dance of death,
    and love the feeling of it all,
    the memories will return,
    the ones holding all the lies,

    i'll let the alcohal flow,
    striaght into my heart,
    infecting my mind with it's poison,
    then i'll break the damn bottle,

    i'll be caught in time,
    those few moments,
    lasting days on end,
    i'll make my desicion,

    i leave into a room,
    all on my one,
    watching the lights,
    hearing the music,

    i pick up a piece of glass,
    holding it above my arm,
    i press it agianst the skin,
    feeling the presure,

    that presure...
    released all at once,
    as the red river flows,
    from the bay of my sorrow,

    the verticle stream,
    flows down the wrist,
    into my palm,
    it forms a pool dread,

    i look to the skies,
    tears of true happiness fall,
    as if raining into the bay,
    cleaning it of it's sorrow,

    my eyes are burning red,
    as i close them,
    i fall to the ground,
    alowing the river to flow,

    i'll wake to find no one,
    no one who cares at least,
    all i have to remember,
    isn't the scar on my arm,

    but another slit upon my heart...

    Submitted on 2006-10-03 21:24:20     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Beautiful... I enjoy finding these poems with such raw emotions flowing forth. I won't sit and pick this apart for a write such as this doesn't need it. Such wonderful imagery. I've been here time and time again. I enjoy being able to relate to others work and the feelings you portray in this peice..is like taking a step back in time for me. Nicely done....
    | Posted on 2010-01-03 00:00:00 | by DearlyDeparted | [ Reply to This ]
      This reminds me so much of myself..I absolutely love it. I cut myself, so I can definatly relate.

    Well, starting with spelling errors.


    Okay, I think that is all of those..
    Grammatical errors..there was only one I think!

    pool dread should be pool OF dread..

    Well right now thats all, keep it up.

    | Posted on 2006-10-04 00:00:00 | by Emo_Doll | [ Reply to This ]
      This brought tears to my eyes as i remembered what I have been through to come out where I am. I am damaged but still the thoughts of this pain tell me that I am still alive....I am still alive. I have never felt pain so fully as when I sit in the dark....tears stinging my eyes...alone cold as the arguing goes on and I realize I will never be enough. The razor....warm water....I will never be enough....lying in the shower....tears still sting....I even messed this up....how could I mess this up? I get up...and I am still alive
    | Posted on 2006-10-04 00:00:00 | by Briannan | [ Reply to This ]
      awww... how sad. i am glad you found somebody that will make you feel better though. congrats to that. awesome poem, of course i liked it. i've liked all your stuff so far. i will have to read the next one too...

    ok, off to do that.

    Holy xx
    | Posted on 2006-10-04 00:00:00 | by Holy Wood | [ Reply to This ]

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