Sin-icalA Poem by Emma CathrynCynical
No one cares
when I cry; if the piercing razor let's me die. But my fingers are crossed and hopes too high. All my life is one big sigh and how am I supposed to explain this? This forever lust to feel your gentle lips? When I close my eyes, I pray each night to simply die - pass away with no regrets, with no return, and no back steps. If you were here, I'd be okay but I'm all alone, with my streaking tears. Endless years of my life, it's not so hard to take a knife and twist it on my bare and open skin. What's the point? I'm already a living sin. © 2012 Emma Cathryn |
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Added on May 26, 2012 Last Updated on May 26, 2012 AuthorEmma CathrynRoyal Oak, MIAbouti'm emma. in a relationship. just a writer and awkward self harmer. more..Writing
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