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I’ve grabbed a knife,
To make me feel,
I’m needing that pain,
Of that cold angry steel.
I’ll make myself suffer,
It’s just what I need,
I saw my friends scars,
And they planted the seed.
It grew slow and rotten,
And now I regret,
That I never told my mum,
So she wouldn’t fret.
It means a lot that you noticed,
But you don’t need to worry,
Death is not coming yet,
And I’m in no hurry.
- by ShySnowWhiteAnon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/10/2010 |
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- Title: Needing
- Artist: ShySnowWhiteAnon
- Description: To tell you the truth this was written over a year ago and I was on medication that gave me intensely suicidal thoughts. I'm in a better place now and don't self harm. I hope this gives you an insight into what its like.
- Date: 12/10/2010
- Tags: needing
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- Mrs Casablancas123 - 06/09/2011
- Good job, I've read so many poems like this and every single one has its own level of intensity. I've been there, not serious depression, but I have felt made 1/4 of that intensity. I'm glad you're feeling better
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- Glimmering Hate - 12/16/2010
- I understand were your coming from and I just love the way you were able to put such feeling into small simple words in a poem
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