its not.
yeah.. old piece i never put here yet~
It’s more important then you think Holding a blade of cool sharp steel Pushed into flesh watching it sink It’s not exactly what you see Blood runs down, drips on the floor The red hope means more to me It’s not at all what you heard Energy rushes, the pain surges on Loss of reality frees the bird It’s not all about what you want You cry at what you see you’ve made The funeral music, a horrid taunt It’s not all about where you go Compass broke, you cannot tell But follow the light and you will know It’s not about who misses you The visit the site, leave sorry gifts It is about what you chose to do |
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I dunno why but lots of people write about cutting themselves and I just don't ever understand it. Especially when they talk about doing it real slow, yet whenever I've cut myself I've had to do it quick or it hurts really really insanefully.
To be honest, I don't understand why people are so fascinated with poetry about cutting themselves. But I do understand the latter part of your poem. About following the light, and about it's what you choose to do. That I get. Y'know? ~Shalom~ |
yeah i understand...
ive never actually cut myself... i dunno why i right about it... maybe im curious... it scares me to think about... the past years been pretty rough... i dunno... maybe this is the option i take instead of actually doign it.. get it? |
hmm
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