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Jul 2013
Some call it crazy
Some call it sick
But I think it's freedom
The pain is fierce but quick.

Some say that it's a sin
Just a little to risk
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 takes refuge in my veins
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 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.
A bit of a dark one, originally written a week ago.
Alexis G
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Alexis G  Texas
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