Pleasure In My Pain
19 November, 2003
Author: Lonlyrockstar
Why i'm i the unhappy one?
While all those bastards run around all happy
I feel the need to cut
As I cut, I take pleasure in the pain
The further I cut, the more I get out of it
Watching the blood flow down my arm
I take a taste
While the blood giving off a bitter and yet sweet taste
I drink my way through pain and misery
I start to zone out as if i'm the only one left here
To face the pain I put myself through
I start to squeeze my arm
While blood begins to increase, drops of blood hit the carpet
I'm drowning in my own puddle of blood
Blood stains seen on my sleeve
I put the sleeve up to my mouth as I take a taste
and take Pleasures in my pain
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| jenaveve (195.99.240.145) -- Monday, March 22 2004, 06:09 pm a really good peom with lots of detail brings some memorys..... |
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