why againA Poem by barefoot143Why cant I fight the urges to cut? I wake up in the morning and thats the first thing I think of.. I feel helpless and overpowered.. I crave the feeling that I get when I get to cut.. So many scares on my wounded soul.. I want to stop but with no way of getting help or helping myself. I feel lost and I know that somehow eventually I want to stop , but knowing and doing are totally diffrent.. why do we think that the more broken we are the better we can become??? if cutting were heaven I would be at peace with me , you , and all the ones who matter... © 2008 barefoot143Reviews
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2008 Last Updated on February 21, 2008 Authorbarefoot143Taos, NMAboutToday is the first day of the rest of my life. Driving with no destination, the top down, the music up, ironic twists, eye contact, honesty, laughing, being in love, the forbidden, fate, intellectuals.. more..Writing
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