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take the pain away

A cut just deep enough to take the pain away,

at east just for a second, so it can be okay.

The blood, it drips, it feels so right,

the pain subsiding, this is what's right.

Just a little deeper, I'm tired of this life,

just a little more, I whisper to the knife.

I can feel it now, the cemetery weather,

as the tears and blood, slowly mix together.

I won all the battles, but I lost the war,

so what's the point of fighting, what's worth fighting for.

A slash across my arm, a slash across my wrist,

if I really go, I don't think I will be missed.

I close my eyes and wish I was dreaming,

then bite my lip to keep from screaming.

That cut turned into many,Ā and it was all okay,

but now the second's gone, and the pain is here to stay.

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Tina Moore

iv'e been through this myself the scar's never fade but positive thinking that a knife is not your friend and that it only want's to take over your life like a person with no respect for you will gradually conquer some of those feeling's and never be ashamed of those scar's they are part of your life to look backĀ and say "i battled this,i might still battle this,but i am stronger for it".hope you don't have too much of a battle.all the best Ā  Ā  Ā  tina

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