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[Toffee Sock Scissor Betch]

so i say thank you for the scars
and the guilt and the pain
the wrists you allegedly slit
the taken breath
the stolen hearts
the blinding love
the kisses ignored
every tear ive never cried
has sealed your screwed up fate.

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leaning against the bedroom door
sealing off the world i call my own
silent tears stain my translucent cheeks
the last of my energy, i felt drain long ago

grasping a pencil
i begin to write
a testimony to my life
a life not worth living

brought to my attention
from the corner of my eye
winks the solitary blade
and i begin to cry

part of me tells me its immoral and i shouldnt
but lack of will
too far forward to turn back
in a craze i start to cut
oh how i wish i wouldnt

far off a doorbell breaks the heavy silence
distracted and reluctant i go to open it
to find him soaked from waiting the rain
and wondering why he chose to sit
and hesitating i turn to let him in

not an hour passed by where
we werent in urgent conversation
he told me loved me
and held out a half-drowned bouquet

there was a pause i looked at him
and asked if he was fine
with his response i knew i was safe
i knew he would be mine.

>>>nyeh. poetry is almost as effective as cutting. addictive. my so-called friends are never happy with my writing. i put too much of me in it. so why should i be okay with it..  

[[[insane]]--butterfly--]

wow. that sends a strong message. if your friends have a problem with who you are then they are not your friends. <3  

[lil_emo_girl_13]

i also write poems. heres a haiku:

the blood drips down fast
a red line across my wrist
i now sit and cry

 

[Love.From.Hate]

Wow...interesting...