Member Since: August 29, 2012
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i dont like to whine,but cut myself burn myself bruise myself am bullied and have depression and i wrote this poem about it and ive suffered with self harm for about 4 years and i would like to have feedback on whether or not its any good....sorry there sad
Words hurt
and no razor can take that away from me
my sleeves were
once white but now stained red
the truth burns
more than any match can tell
i hide
behind the blood and the bruises
i worry that
some day someone will see through me
and ill have to face the scars
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Uncle John ....From England ( Coventry ) Lets get to the point , Like your poem but have modified it ( Can you play guitar ? If not I will help you ).................................Lets try your fantastic poem and change it to a Bob Dylan song.......The chords I give you are not correct but it will give you a good start :
No razor can take my pain away
My sleeves were white now they are red
I cant take any more of life am sure
the bruise on my cheek
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
I am 63 years of age love my wife and have 4 Grand children.....Just fell on this site .....Your poetry reached me but you have to put it to song............Can you obtain a guitar ? It is quite easy to learn what I have adjusted ...A
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I'm sitting in my truck wishing I had a vacuum hose that I could run from the tail pipe to the cab of my truck, while my sister is up in the hotel room smoking crack. She told me I had to leave so because she sick of me getting high for free. Yes I am an addict with very bad habits and I actually let my sister sell herself to support our habits. I am a complete piece of shit and I can't live with myself anymore. I am 31 years old and my sister is 22 and I am not doing my job as being an older brother and protecting her from harms way. We are both very addicted to opiates,
and crack cocaine. We moved from Ohio to Florida the end of April this year so I could start work with a marine construction company. It didn't take me barely 2 months to screw that up and catch a grand theft charge for attempting to steal all the tools that were provided for me to
run a crew of my own. The drugs really took hold
of me at that point. Now I'm completely at the end of my rope, bottom of the barrel (link)
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O.K Mr Yankee. I am English 63 years of age and suffer badly with the blues..Just after the War the only way for the working classes to make a few bob ( money )was to nick ( steel ) or to get a piss poor job that paid peanuts...So!!!! I decided at the age of 13 to bare knuckle fight the Irish gipsies...The purse in those days was 5 shillings OH BOY !!! I COULD AT THE AGE OF 13 OBTAIN A SACK OF COAL TO WARM OUR HOUSE !! Yippee...I fought these gipsy,s one by one ...And apart from my first fight never lost a scuffle....I still suffer dreadfully with anxiety my friend...But you are what I call a pleb ( look pleb up on the P.C )I was a pleb at your age but met someone....You have to have a bit of good luck in life Yank and keep on in there it will happen ! If your born a pleb you will be a pleb BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT !!!! Call me uncle John please.....I do not take any drugs my yanky friend , Apart from fags ( cigarettes you call shirt lifters fags ) NOW LETS GET DOWN TO THE NITTY GRITTY !! Go to a hotel room on your own ..must have a T.V With loads of channels ( If you can,t afford the hotel use a room on your own in your own pad ( house ) Just lye on the bed and watch your television , Make sure you have plenty of orange drink and snacks just shake rattle and roll Mr Yank. ( I have done it ) The first day is the worst but just keep going , You will shake , Sweat have nightmares but for the first time in your piss poor life Yank ......do it for you sister !!!!! Walk a lot , When your brain starts to f--- you about ....Tell your brain to F---n off Day by day you will get better and finally just enjoy your life Mr Yank.......Kind Regards Mr Limey
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