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Not enough, but so much,
Not enough guts to make that cut,
But yet so much, so much pain,
Within myself, im so insane,
Within that knife holds all happiness,
To give my arm that little kiss,
Within my grasp, I hold that blade,
Dying to cut, dying to staine,
I hold it in, but let it go,
To the floor i fall, only to show ,
That i had enough guts,
To make that sweet, simple cut.
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Very nice, particularly for a cutting poem. I like the rhythym.
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WOW!
I write poems too and they are a way for me vent, a way to let my feelings flow. I see that thats what they are for you too.
I understand this poem, I have a mother that is very depressed and has almost been suicidal and so i have gotten a little depressed amd I came within' and inch of cutting myself. I'm not kidding. I remember feeling Just so alone, so tired of hiding my feelings wanting to cut myself to feel the real pain, not pain that I couldn't get rid of. I have to say that we maybe in different places but Remember to not hold it up all inside. It does help to tell someone, even if you can't bare the thought. it helps. I love this poem. it makes me sad to think this but I understand and you are very gifted poet. Keep up the writing. If you need somene to talk with i can help.
My e-mail is kutekrushkat@yahoo.com
I can share my poems with you. it would help to have someone to talk with for me too.
sincerely
advice~gurl
kat
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