the cuts that run deepA Poem by Michael Kerrthinking of you, i grasp the blade, the blade of pain and suffering, now pressing the blade to my dull rocky skin, the cold lifeless edge touches, i pull the knife, ripping my flesh, i begin to bleed. the old failimar sting, try to kill all pain, i remember everyday, us sitting together, telling each other that we were in love, you kissing me, i kissing you, now i feel the blood begin to ripple down my arm, the physical pain that i have brought upon myself, now i think of how you left me, how you didn't care, how you didnt show the true you, destoryed in my own desperation, i try to fight but have no strength, no will, the good, the bad, i told and showed you everything, you just hid, now all my hope, dreams, and faith are dead, i now feel dead, i gave you my heart, you took it ripped it up and threw it away, crippled who i am, so i run the blade down my arm, i now have invited the shadow of death, when will he take me? © 2012 Michael KerrAuthor's Note
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Added on January 8, 2009Last Updated on January 4, 2012 AuthorMichael Kerrwarren, OHAboutHi my name is Mike. Well I just turned 21 and I've been writing for awhile. If you want to know about me ask. Lets101 Quizzes - Fun Quiz more..Writing
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