my first poem about the struggles of being a cutter and trying to get over it, please be nice :s
constrictive advise is welcome I'm also too useless to understand the concept of copying and pasting, but Steve is intelligent enough to edit my heinous post xD
give into temptaion.
from across the room they call you
from their locked up box
your old friends they haunt you
from the past you have not forgot
you give into temptation
and remove them from their box
you hold them in your fingers,a feeling to fermilular
the sliver of the blades cold like you rember
just once you say, but you know thats just a lie
you slice about your arm once more
like the days when you wanted to die
you give into tempation
and let the blood run down your arm
how can such cold metal, bring something that is so warm
now your old scars they scream
open me once more
one cut turns to 20,but still you want more.
reality turns hazey, and now your in a daze
you gave into tempation
and now you must pay
your a bloody mess,but you just cant seem to stop
and now you rember why, you had locked them in a box
20 turned to 40 and you know you must stop
but their is something powerful about these sliver friends
once you pick them up, it seems you cant put them down again.
look what you've done!
your such a stupid fuck.
put you friends away now, before its to late.
you gave into tempation, and now you must pay.