Cut.

by GorqeousDisaster   Sep 30, 2011


Dig in.

The rip, the tear,
the faltering flesh.

Slice,
The cold, the steal,
The emotionless price.

It numbs.
The pain, the guilt,
the worry the stress.

Confess,
It wouldn't be best.

The rush.
Is like none Ive ever felt.

The hurt,
the worth, the stains on
your skin.

Addiction.
Each time you give in.

Its real,
for me, and alot
can relate.

Save me.
I think its to late.

I'm not sorry.
I don't have a regret.

The price,
Of this, i haven't seen yet.

The scars,
The tissue,
the beautiful
Disaster,

I control it,
I'm my own pains master.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Georgia

    Amazing, truly ...
    It is great, and true. Good job 5/5

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