4-22-04
I don't want to cut myself
But to me it seems so hard
It's been so many years
Of bad habits
Of masochism
Of finding release in the
Most awkward places
And the blade has been my
Only, lonely friend
For so dam long
And the blood, I can still
Taste
It on my tender tongue
Metal and sin
It's so hard to abstain
I can just close my eyes
See it drip, drip, dripping,
It drives me insane
For a release
Like you've never felt
It takes me away
On a sea of blood
In the Hills of Tranquility
hi hun, i just wanted to tell you that i understand were you are coming from because i myself have gone threw this, and as much as you want it, you must fight it, because in the end it could kill you, me and my best friend use to do this, and well i lost her 3 days ago because she didnt know she cut too deep... so please think about your love ones... i have been clean of this for 2 years now, and it feels good to know that im strong enough to fight the graving... keep in touch~!
love
crystal
This is a great poem. Not only because I can share these feelings with you, but the way it's written just captures me.