Precious Health

by RaiScar*   Mar 11, 2006


It's so hard to,
Live in this world today.
I get all this criticism,
It's not okay.

My heart hurts,
They beat it with fists.
The blood pours out,
Where I slit my wrists.

The pain is gone,
I feel numb.
My heart races,
Beats like a drum.

I love the feeling,
The adrenaline rush.
This feeling I like,
Will cost me so much.

The feeling is gone,
The end is near.
I close my eyes,
I cry tears.

I clink bottles,
Saying cheers,
Alcohol, it
Chases my fears.

Just this one beverage,
I drink tonight.
All of a sudden,
Everyone's out of sight.

I passed out,
Don't know for how long.
Someone's hurt me.
The pain is not gone.

The doctors see,
All the cuts I've made.
And ask how long,
This game I've played.

I had to say,
Just over a year.
Now the pain,
Is just too clear.

I realize,
What I've done to myself.
And how I've damaged,
My Precious Health.

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