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Can You Feel It?

Thoughts are more painful than the actual blade.
Feel the fire

Feel the pain

Not every cut

Feels the same.

Score your wrist

Nick your thigh

Move the blade

For every lie.

Write the words

Etch them in skin

Every betrayal

Every sin.

It makes you laugh

It makes you smile

If its you causing your pain

For this little while.

It's a different feeling

A different pain

Why should they talk shit

If it keeps you sane?

Don't let them hurt you

When they do, they own

Your mind, your life

At least until you get home.

Lock the doors

Close the blinds

Tear your skin

Finally: Peace at mind.
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Published: 4/30/2011
Bouquets and Brickbats