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Cut deep Trying to reach my soul Trying to cut out the pain the hatred the disgust Why can't I cut deep enough? What the **** is wrong with this blade? It won't reach far enough deep enough All I see is blood All I see is red Cutting over scars Creating new scars But they won't touch the pain All there is is a trickle of blood not my soul that has disappeared What the hell? Why can't I reach it? Is it so lost, so far hidden in the dark recesses of my mind? I want to destroy it I want to gauge it out with the tip of my blade I want it to die For if it dies so does my pain my disgust my dirtiness the horror and pain and nightmares and me If it dies so will I
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Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 3:03 AM UTC
Gauge out the pain
Cut deep Trying to reach my soul Trying to cut out the pain the hatred the disgust Why can't I cut deep enough? What the **** is wrong with this blade? It won't reach far enough deep enough All I see is blood All I see is red Cutting over scars Creating new scars But they won't touch the pain All there is is a trickle of blood not my soul that has disappeared What the hell? Why can't I reach it? Is it so lost, so far hidden in the dark recesses of my mind? I want to destroy it I want to gauge it out with the tip of my blade I want it to die For if it dies so does my pain my disgust my dirtiness the horror and pain and nightmares and me If it dies so will I
just-alice
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Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 3:03 AM UTC
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