When I'm Sane

July 30, 2011
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When I'm in my normal stage and sane,
I look down at my bare thighs and think I'm insane.
I stare at myself for hours thinking how and why,
And then all I can do is cry.
I see them 15 in a row,
Hidden high above so they won't show.
Then I hate myself,
So I go and get the razor off my shelf.
I put it on my thigh and shed my skin,
But in the end I see more blood and I don't win.
I feel worthless and hate me a lot more,
And I'm burning deep inside my core.
Then I cry again,
And think of how I break my promises often.
The relief I felt before has disappeared,
Now it's only hatred and more scars that will appear.
Why does it have to be this way,
Why can't I just be okay.
I wish I would have never met the blade,
Because so many other wounds it's made.
I want to live without this hate,
I don't want it to be too late.

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miracle_of_hope said...
Aug. 10, 2011 at 6:39 pm

i think im in love with your writing.....

this is honest and in a niche not many write in.

do you think all writers should be hospitalized??? just curious

cheetoz45680 replied...
Aug. 11, 2011 at 9:27 pm
thank you so much that means alot. it really does. and no i don't think so. why?
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