U n t i t l e d

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
So.. I know. This is REALLY cheesy. But I wrote it in like 20 minutes. Cuz I needed to get it out so I could sleep. Heh.

Its about cutting.. and don't be too harsh on it. Cuz I know its bad. lol.

Anyway.. enjoy!

Submitted: June 07, 2008

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She fakes a smile.
Stays for a while.
Pretends shes fine.
Its all a line.
~
She finally escapes.
Closing the drapes.
Locks the door.
She collapes on the floor.
~
Her tears fall like rain.
Finally freeing her pain.
But its not enough.
Its never enough.
~
She grabs the razor.
Unveils old scars.
Rolling the dice
She starts to slice
~
Theres patches
Theres only scratches
Only a little blood
This razors a dud.
~
She picks up something sharper
To take the pain faster
It calls
It screams
~
Take me away!
Take me away!
The cuts are deep
The blood starts to seep
~
Her tears start to slow
Without even an "ow!"
Her pain is weaker
Her future bleaker
~
A life, soon ruined
What is she doing
She can't stop
She just can't stop
~
Its like a drug
What she wouldn't do for a hug
To ease her heartbreak
To make her less weak
~
But theres no one there
And even though they stare
Theres no hug
So she goes back to her drug


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