• Sadness
    • DarkAngle
    • Hurt and lost why do all guys have to be the same???? Fuck I hate this!!!


    As I lay me down to sleep I think of the slit vein I am so needing. The dark red blood the pain I hold. Just one cut just one blade. The tears running down stinging my face. I can hear the words play over in my head. I have no one to cry out to nothing but the dark heavy air I breath. Slit your wrist you helpless little bitch do it, do it you sick fucking freak. I scream out, the only way I can defend myself from this world that has been created. The only way I can defend myself from you. I feel weak, I fall a sleep. I wake up in a pool of blood saying thank god.

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    bhatjaved commented on cut


    There is a spontaneous flow of thoughts, well knit together and sounding like a reed-flute, lamenting its banishment from its home. But the nasty words like fuk used in the poem makes it a loss of true feeling that a good poet should have. U seem to be great poet but make a slight change in ur manner of articulation and avoid sensual pleasures in writing. Thanks

    FranzJ commented on cut


    pain self inflected will only increase the problem - dark indeed - good

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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