Sitting in this silence Although there is sound around me I do not hear it I just feel the silence going to my head Ready to explode Tearing through the skin Praying for the sin That this has caused Looking now for something different Something crude Anything for more pain This blade is dull This razor, sharp The problems bleeding out The pain turned to adrenaline Now rushing through Trying to cover up what I have done No one cares So why do I try to hide everything on the outside When on the inside I am suffering Wasted away Gone without hurt
Without pain



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1HURRICANEC
2008-04-09 11:21:11
i was right...ur a natural prose writer..start doing fiction...i ask you to help me with the "thing"
CUPEROS
2008-04-09 09:42:21
Sorry that there's a repet of this one it did that to me on my other profile. Sorry.
DARKERSHI
2008-04-08 17:41:47
really sad
DIVYSIA
2008-03-21 18:43:56
sad
FULLMETALFREEK
2008-03-21 16:20:03