Based on the time I punched my window

I feel the cool air

it stings and sooths.

blood drips warm

from my hand, down my arm.

I lashed at the world

forgetting the barrier.

the price I pay

for rushing into hate.

knowing my failur

is more painful than suffering.

the clouds gahter,

it's raining glass.

Submitted: June 04, 2008

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Dark but not emo dark so keep it up

Wed, June 4th, 2008 2:57am

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