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Old but not forgotten,

Past marks still there,

Memories of a broken mind remain,

Lust: just as strong as ever.



Old pains never die,

Shattered soul and broken heart,

Tears that fell, fall again,

Old wounds, wanting to be re-opened.



Shattered faith and trust,

Loved ones crying my pain,

Sharing the same feelings,

Thinking the same thoughts.



Tears of sorrow, pain and torment,

Flowing like a raging river,

Blood cut arms and body,

Mind numb from pain.



The serrated edge of something,

Cutting deeply like a sword,

Tearing away at the flesh,

Pouring away the life.



Tearing away chunks of life,

Ripping open old scars,

Tearing apart others hearts,

And your own too.



Never realising the pain caused,

Never knowing the internal torment,

Never seeing from another’s eyes,

Never really wanting to die.



Causing pain that’s un-necessary,

Heartache, tears and torture,

Cutting out people you love,

I don’t need it, neither do you!



The freshly sharpened edge,

The stained blunt one,

Un-clean and dangerous rusty object,

Nearest thing you can find.



I don’t want to lose again,

The control is easily lost,

The pain un-ending,

The blood and tears: flowing and mixing.