my disease

my disease is more like a colection of dark thoughts

sinister and twisted

unknown to most and yet we all understand the dilema

repressed and oppressed these thoughts grow

they take control, take action

to change our thought, change our perception

our thoughts turn to times when we were ridiculed and rejected by the social norm

making us choose the path of self harm and affliction

the deathly pale moon reflected off silver as it bites into my wrists

the crimson knife etched and staind like my very soul tainted

my life is my disease and in death i will be healed

Author's Notes/Comments: 

try 2 think of this as more of a collection of thoguths on how bad life can be hey i may writre teh opposite if u guys like this hey u might not

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Sarah Tilney's picture

nice one sweetie...i like it..but dont be doin daft stuff wit knives n that!!