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CUTTING I cannot hold things in much longer-this I know All feelings of anxiety, anger and fear must go I sit on the edge of my bed just wondering how Having an urge to get rid of these feelings right now But, how, what am I to do I need to think things through In time an idea will come to me That will set these horrible emotions free Suddenly, I look down and see a box on the floor What it contains is a single item and nothing more I lift the box and bring it up to the bed I do it very quietly and nothing at all is said The box contains a knife that is brand new I open it and stare at it knowing what I must do I take the knife out while opening its blade, too I could feel the adrenalin rushing-this was nothing new First one cut, then two as they started to bleed The release of pent up emotion is what I need I get a tissue to soak up the blood that I see It’s through these cuts my hidden emotions are finally set free
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
CUTTING
CUTTING I cannot hold things in much longer-this I know All feelings of anxiety, anger and fear must go I sit on the edge of my bed just wondering how Having an urge to get rid of these feelings right now But, how, what am I to do I need to think things through In time an idea will come to me That will set these horrible emotions free Suddenly, I look down and see a box on the floor What it contains is a single item and nothing more I lift the box and bring it up to the bed I do it very quietly and nothing at all is said The box contains a knife that is brand new I open it and stare at it knowing what I must do I take the knife out while opening its blade, too I could feel the adrenalin rushing-this was nothing new First one cut, then two as they started to bleed The release of pent up emotion is what I need I get a tissue to soak up the blood that I see It’s through these cuts my hidden emotions are finally set free
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
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