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Copyright, Alicia

She’s waiting for the last pull
A switch to the unknown world
For him to finally take her in
But Death is much too cold

He wants to see her suffer
Slowly destroying her mind, body, and soul
Brainwashed by her misery
By the tales her scars have told

She sees what has been done to her
But there is no turning back
Trying so hard to stand strong again
But this is a one-way path

Some see it, most do not
For her smile is her disguise
They see her walking a life of happiness
But her eyes may tell no lies

Her loved ones grip on tight
Though there’s nothing that can stop it
They’re just making it worse for themselves
Denying the horrifying slits

They scream in terror when they find her
And feel sorry for themselves
She’s free, do you not understand?
All along you were the ones needing help!

When he entered she cried
Patience was no longer a problem…
She found a short-cut

A Cutting Session

Copyright, Alicia

I’ve lost all sense of direction
a shadow thrown unmercilessly unto the hands of Satan
for my destiny is that of a failure
and the only thing i feel is numb
but there is some force within me keeping me alive
and i must dispell it from my body
so i slash at my wrists
leaving sins mark of approval
falling into the relief of pain
the relief of FEELING
knowing that i am, to some extent, still alive
the oxygen seeping through my lungs is shallow, and unwilling to fulfill its duties
but i lay my headback, for i know my relief will soon end
and the razor will find its way to my wrists again

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Copyright, Alicia

I fell over whelmed
I feel like I wanna die.
So now I have a choice,
To ride out my emotions,
Or to cut them out.
Just about everyday i chouse 2 cut them out
And today I chouse the same thing.
I get up and find my blade,
I take it out of its hiding spot.
I sit down and drag the blade along my wrist.
Making a cut then seeing the blood
I make another cut and another
And still a few more.
I watch the crimson blood flow
From all the gaping wounds.
I cut the feelings out,
For now
They will return they always do.
But for rite now I feel better, relived, and calm
I hide the blade back where it goes.
I clean up the mess
Of blood that’s dripping down my arm.
So until tomorrow my friend,
When this will all replay again.

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Copyright, Alicia

I miss it.
I need it.
The feelings overwhelm me.
I need to get rid of them.
So what do I do, I cut them out.
I go and grab my blade.
I drag it across my scarred wrist.
The blood bubbles out.
It drips and drips.
I cut a few more times.
I feel relived and calm.
I have no reason to stop cutting.
No one can make me stop.
I don’t want 2 stop.
The one person I wanted 2 stop 4 is now out of my life.
So what’s the point?
There is no point. Theirs no point in anything.
I hate life I hate living.
I simply wish I was dead.
n that’s it life sucks n u wonder why I want 2 kill myself?

Beautiful

Copyright, Alicia

I see her now, sitting in the dark,
Her hands tug at her hair.
I can almost hear her heart,
As she sits and crouches there.
She has a blade on one side,
On the other I find a match,
She knows this isn’t right,
But she wants to feel attached.
She pushes the metal against her arm,
Slowly moving down.
Blood is the sign of her self-harm,
She prays it won’t be found.
Slowly she begins to feel alive,
Her blood a sign of pain.
Not the pain she caused herself,
A pain that’s not the same.
This pain is in her heart,
Scarred deep inside her soul.
Her cutting is a form of art,
To her it’s Beautiful.

 

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