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I sit alone with my knife,

the knife i love more than my life...

It cut so deep,

It hurt so bad,

the blood falls down,

my pain struken arm,

I hate the pain

You put me through

the cuts are more bareable,

than faceing you,

The pain you cause me,

the hurt i know,

the love i've lost

the hate i feel,

the trust thats gone

i could end now,

so easy it would b

to slash my wrist one final time,

release my pain

release my hurt

So easy it would b,

So y do i wait?

Why do I sit alone with my knife,

the knife i love more than my life...
Posted: 2005-06-30 03:38:20 UTC

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2005-06-30 18:13:29Crimson.Wings
Wow. U obviously put a lot of thought in2 this poem. It's a mysterious poem, I like it, and good job! :)

2005-06-30 19:03:36Anabelle
Interesting. You should read some of mine. I'm sure you'll relate.

2005-07-18 15:58:04these cuts kill..
hey love this poem think it is gr8,know exactly what you mean! keep it up! *confessions of a tired soul* XxXxX

2005-07-25 20:13:50tryin ta hide
my thoughts in your words i know just what you mean

2008-04-29 14:28:32Ashley Reneƫ *Raining Tears*
this poem is great

2009-11-22 19:19:08christine
wow i like your poem it has alot of meaning to me good job

2014-02-09 21:06:52pat
Mannnn, that last line is great.