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|At the Brink (standard:poetry, 162 words)|
|Author: greeneyesang||Added: Oct 15 2000||Views/Reads: 2257/4||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Insanity at its peek|
I use to take A razor blade To my vein See the blood flow Free from my wound Anger flowing Blood is dripping No other feelings at all Pain is no more Fear is dissappeared Anger is all That I know how to feel Razor blad is sharp Buldge in my vein Now my hurt is gone Tears no longer appear Slicing my vein Making a scar Blood draining Relief at last Opened up Wanting to close Not trying to die Only a statement In the making Popping pills To sleep it off Only to get sick Just left alone Is all I want Leave me alone Am I asking too much I'm not trying to die Not in the least Just leave me alone Leave me in peace I love the fact I scare you to death You don't see The rush I feel I'm not trying to die Not in the least Opening my vein Is my new found peace Tweet
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