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Kathryn Jan 2014
While the Rain hits the windows
I fight to conceal the emotions
I dare not try and understand
When I start to believe
I might be okay
Reality crashes back on me
I feel it begin to spread
And I freeze in the moment
There is no help for me
This sickness will never leave
Lifelong enemies
The highs the lows the moments
Where nothing seems real
When ideas are stars
Countless and beautiful
These are the most dangerous times
When I need to feel pure
Clean and untouched
Reaching for a solution
That only haunts me further
Sliver, sharp unforgiving
Relief shouldn’t make you bleed
A razorblade my salvation
Hidden away for nights like tonight
The blood will cleanse my thoughts
While the rain hits the windows.....
Kathryn Jan 2014
There's a time when there's no feeling
I'm numb
The blanket of darkness returns
There’s no hope here
All the paths
Lead to the same damnation
No light at the end
Is it something I’ve done in the past?
Do I deserve this pain?
Alone in the black of night
I find comfort in a blade
I find peace with the blood
With each drop I can feel again
Inspired
Calm
Clean
Cold
Pure
Kathryn Jan 2014
Two tiny pills redish brown like rust
taken about an hour before I wish to drift off
and forget about the days troubles.  
They control my dreams
allow me to sleep, unbothered
by the monsters screaming in my head
Two tiny pills 25mg a piece
I swallow almost effortlessly
letting the chemicals take effect
the sounds of chaos are soon drowned out
by the waves of calm
I can sleep now thanks to
Two Tiny Pills
Seroquel...it helps me sleep
Kathryn Jan 2014
There's something deep inside of me
a poison, invisible its clear
I can feel it start to spread threw
The spiderweb of veins
Just below my pale skin
The thin blue paths it follows
That's where the problem lies
I have a cure, as dark as it may be
Pure and clean
That's what I will be
I hide away in the shadows
Pretend that its alright
But the moment I have the chance
I will make myself right
This isn't new
Its almost a routine
Close the door
Strip
You'll soon be pure
Unwrap the blade
Clean the skin
There's nothing left but...
The Cut
its rough, its been along time since I have wrote anything.....

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