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Lovely Knives

Poetry By: ghoul24
Poetry


Oh depression you little irritable fuck. ;)


Submitted:Oct 24, 2011    Reads: 32    Comments: 11    Likes: 2   


Steel hard metallic blades used to slice and open wounds.

Intentionally used can be a sin.

Absently used can be an issue.

These knives can kill so easily.

So clean,

Sharp,

Fast,

Thin…

No wonder people cut.

It's a relief.

Don't you dare give me your fucking lectures.

I've heard enough of that shit.

Let me do what I please.

If I cut, let it pass as a form of depression.

Let me figure out how to stop.

If I can't stop from this little habit,

Simply forget about me.

Now then, everybody,

Shut the hell up.

And let my handle this on my own.

Because everyone who cuts is different,

And you will never understand how to help us.

We have to help ourselves first.





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