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One wrong word Is a knife to my skin An angry response Brings self hatred Tears falling from Hurting you Yelling at you Hating myself with each moment Blood My blood Flows from wounds Brings me satisfaction Beings me restfulness Punishment for my anger Blades against my skin The hatred fades To justification Gauze Tape To hide the punishment The blood Healing begins My little secret My blood sacrifice Burns inside me I will not tell them They will not know Anytime soon I will not worry them They do not need pain I deserve it For my anger My hatred My mistakes I don't care if other people Make mistakes at me They don't cut themselves for it Or do they? I don't know I won't ask I hope someday My anger will dissipate I will be able to love Instead of hating myself I hate the bleeding I hate the cuts I hate the scars Some day I will break out Of this cycle I will be able and free To be MYSELF Not the "perfect" daughter Friend or companion No one will ask me to be perfect And if they do I won't care a bit I can't be perfect I want to be free My anger holds me down Break it Break the anger Set me free
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
Set Me Free
One wrong word Is a knife to my skin An angry response Brings self hatred Tears falling from Hurting you Yelling at you Hating myself with each moment Blood My blood Flows from wounds Brings me satisfaction Beings me restfulness Punishment for my anger Blades against my skin The hatred fades To justification Gauze Tape To hide the punishment The blood Healing begins My little secret My blood sacrifice Burns inside me I will not tell them They will not know Anytime soon I will not worry them They do not need pain I deserve it For my anger My hatred My mistakes I don't care if other people Make mistakes at me They don't cut themselves for it Or do they? I don't know I won't ask I hope someday My anger will dissipate I will be able to love Instead of hating myself I hate the bleeding I hate the cuts I hate the scars Some day I will break out Of this cycle I will be able and free To be MYSELF Not the "perfect" daughter Friend or companion No one will ask me to be perfect And if they do I won't care a bit I can't be perfect I want to be free My anger holds me down Break it Break the anger Set me free
Kinda blew up emotionally today. >.<
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
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