bleed

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  • Angst
    • hippiegirl
    • I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not

    bleed

    Choices in my head...
    Steel blades and glass.
    Pick one up, slice through,
    Hurry do it fast.
    Feel the burn, then the drip,
    Clean it up,
    Hurry, quick!
    This is my secret,
    Feels better,
    Therapy.
    Now looks on the outside how it feels inside of me.

    painful, sore, pathetic, sad. what a stupid thing to do, but i have to
    ????????

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    brokenhearted11 commented on bleed

    07-10-2010

    ....................................................... i used to. keep writing :)

    earthly commented on bleed

    03-24-2010

    Sometimes our best pieces are the ones that, when written down help us to affirm that we are feeling what we are feeling-I hope you can get to a place in your life when you hurt yourself, it is not done as therapy-I hope also dear that you find a more positive way to cope-Namaste...Earthly

    Jericho1621 commented on bleed

    02-08-2010

    hey hippie nice flow, I like it when people aren't afraid to admit their struggles. Makes it seem like there are real people out there for a change. Good job

    fathermadness commented on bleed

    12-05-2009

    i like it. its say so much without saying much, good job

    hippiegirl

    12/05/2009

    thank you. it's a hard thing to write about, but feels better to

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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