Beat Red And Bleeding

by JAMIE   Aug 17, 2006


August 16

I can't wait till tomorrow.
When it is light outside.
So I can toss my rifle.
To release all my emotions.

I'll throw quads and fives.
Till I'm out of arm strength.
Then I'll rest for a little bit.
And go back outside.

I throw doubles now.
As tight and as hard as possible.
Beat the shit out of
My hands and wrists.
Until they are beat red and bleeding.

Yeah, this is my loophole
Since I no longer cut.
This is how I do the damage.
Without using the knife.

My friends have even.
Taken my rifle of f of me.
Because if I went any longer.
I could have broke my wrist.

Bu that hasn't stopped me.
I still continue as normal.
Spinning or tossing.
So fast and so hard.
Until my hands and wrists.
Are beat red and bleeding.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Delie

    :S wow greta poem, the rhyming towards the end is kind aoff, but it's really good, very emotional... listen to your friends, they probably know what they're talking bout and i hope everything will be okay with you...good luck
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