My Wounds and Scars
My scars are so deep
The wounds bruised so deep
Like volcanoes they bleed
Caustic like acid they bead
Scars engraved and carved
Every time my heart starved
In sorrow I sank
I didnt want to leave my skin so blank
Incised in tiny chisels
As sorrow slowly fizzles
Skin deep they swell
Rot, putrefy and smell
Pain is like a leach
Rinsing my heart like bleach
Wounds suck blood out like leech
As I wail and screech
My drawn scars
Lock my pain behind bars
My wrist, my hand, my arm
Scars to me are sources of charm
I slit cut and harm
To cease, I have to disarm
Scars from blood
Bathe my skin to flood
ON: Wednesday, April 11, 2007
AT: 12:18:44 PM
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I liked this a lot. You could feel the emotion flowing from it, and the rhyming added a nice touch to it. Good luck in the contest.
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This is absolutely brilliant! But very sad. You are a good writer.
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:)thanks
i just try to be the way i love to be
be me and that's how my words; are they are of methanks alot you guys
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Good Job!!! NO CUTTING THOUGH!!!! You're making me relive the emo days...Not me though. I was never emo. But i can tell you i've had to deal with this too much.
~Blackwings
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Peter please do not cut anymore, this was sad. I hope you are okay now.
<3 Ebb xo -
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I assume your peter, and even though the entry was good in a sence. Cutting no good!
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cutting
in the old days i used to cut everynight
rip flesh out watch me bleed and smile
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please do not cut, this was great but sad
well done keep up the GREAT writing
Em
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