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Some call it crazy
Some say it’s sick
But I think its freedom
The pain is fierce but quick
Some say that it’s a sin
Just a little too risqué
But it helps release the pain
That I go through every day
The blade is sharp and cold
As it runs across my skin
Leaving me to ponder
And decide how deep I cut in
The icy chill running down my spine
Makes me feel at ease
I no longer feel like a coward
******* up on everything with every breath I breathe
But some days I want to stop
Feeling like everything’s wrong
Trying to let go of the blade
Sometimes I can but not for long
It’s like I’m addicted to the pain
The feeling taking refuge in every single vein
Leaving me feeling confused and alone
Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained
Burned into my skin forever
Becoming a part that I cannot escape
Sometimes I just want to hurt myself all over
To scream at the top of my lungs until they break
I want to escape from my sadness
It’s taking over me
Why can’t I just rest?
Why won’t it let me be?
I just want to be free…
I have died a million deaths
Became a haven of more graves than I dared to live
Became a widow of my own soul
Covered myself with the cloak of death mourning the glory of loss upon us
Dressed myself in more insults with a dash of curses than your devotion
As I dangled from the roof of your mercy petitioning for your worthy heart
Became an ambassador of your threats to disappear than your affection
But again and again I return to you
In hope that one day
you might believe that I am not what you are used to
#death #dangled #poetry
if
flowers were
made of sealing wax
and the trees
of woven flax
if the fish
could dip and fly
and the canyons
just a sigh
if the sea were
made of glass
and could be held
within a flask
if the mountains
were a pyre
and heaven was
a molten fire

if Atlantis
could be found
and all birds
flew underground
if crocodiles
we're meek and kind
and could restore
my tattered mind
if bricks of stone
would tear apart
and could repair
my broken heart
if all these things
could come to be
my lover
would
return
to
me


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/6/2015
I'm very depressed.

Not due to lost love...
but a close friend of mine
had a nervous breakdown.

I'm sorry I'm not reading as much,
but I'm having trouble concentrating.

Thanks for understanding.

♡Cathy
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Marissa Mira
Hello, my dear heart
how have you been?
Are you still there?
Inside my scared chest ?

Oh heart, you're such a fool
You promised you would stay with me
One smile, you belonged to him
Now, you're letting us fall

I told you to be patient
To be gentle towards yourself
My dearest heart, what have you done?
I feel as though he ripped a hole inside of me

But you claimed his beauty
Fought for his affection
His eyes held thousands of constellations
You're a lover of stars

Please, heart
Come back to the security of me
I promised to never let you wonder away again

With all my love,
Your Brain
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