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Frustration

I quiver with anger My fists are clenched My nails digging into my palms I am filled with hatred, Frustration and fear I am no longer in control I just want to hurt myself Punish myself I need to release my emotions I roll up my shorts And pick up the knife It is time to pay I run it over my skin Then I add pressure The blade grazes me I feel nothing My eyes void as I watch Watch, how it pierces me I pause for a moment Only to cut again This time deeper and harder My leg starts to burn Blood trickles from the cut But, it doesn’t faze me My anger is overwhelming The hatred drives me Drives me to plunge the knife in deeper It hurts like hell The blade is covered with blood Satisfaction I have taught myself a lesson I am content Until I have to cut again I look upon the scars The scars, I have created The silent tears wash down my cheeks My physical pain is nothing Nothing, compared to how I’m hurting inside And no one, no one knows

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/5/2010 6:13:00 AM
excellent my friend [duncan]
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