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Kris

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Copyright, Kris

I have been SI’ing for about 4 years now. Writing is one of many of my releases. This particular poem is about how SI forces you into wanting it more and more over time.

Stiff with my emotion
Lying, sleepless under a curtain of hesitation
I love it while I should
What’s happening to me?
This new disposition, I know
Will leave only a trail of secreted screams

I am a victim to your solitary romance
Forsaken and bound to hurt through adoration
When you’ve fully exumed me I’ll be your savior

You were my lost shadow
My understanding revolution
The image of forgotten youth to the past
But freedom sat upon her face
And no one even knew it

now lost within your insecurity
And weak perception on things
Shade me from the reality and truth
That lies between the flesh of all
I feel as if the death can’t escape
From my mangled skin
Like a confession in your mind
That everyone has cast out into these scarlet streets
While softly rain washes away all evidence of burning

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Copyright, Kris

cutting slowly
ripping skin
just relased
the hate within
so easy now
no pain i feel
i wonder if
the bloods for real
u make me smile
u make me cry
u help me live
i want to die
i breathe u in
i spit u out
i want to scream
cant help but shout
its only u
who makes me cry
both happy and sad
and i dont know why
i cut myself
to feel the pain
dont tell me
that im insane
it helps me deal
it lets me go
a freedom that
ull never know
i cant explain
what i feel
all i know
is that its real.

 

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