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Blood runs through my fingers,
As my knuckles turn white with pain.
A picture in my hands,
The shattered glass of the frame in my skin,
The face of the one I love staring up at me.
I don't try to stop to stop the bleeding,
In fact,
I encourage it,
Take a shard of glass,
Run it down my arms,
Across my face.
Letting the blood run freely down my body,
From the cut flaps of skin which hang from my body,
I open my mouth and let the red liquid flood in,
Choking on the iron taste and loving it.
Loving it like I loved her,
Loving it like I know she will know,
She will know that I did this because of her.
Loving it because she won't be able to cry at my funeral,
Knowing it was her fault.
I scream through the blood that fills my lungs,
Not with pain or regret,
With love, and the pain that it's given me.
I take the shard in my hand again,
Hold it to my chest and let the blood flow from it,
Like ink from a pen.
I draw, first the two peaks,
Then the valley.
A heart,
Running thick with my blood,
A heart for her.
I feel light headed,
I lean against the wall for a moment,
Then try to stand again,
I fall to the white carpet.
I look up at the bloodied hand print on the wall,
My only thought,
Mum would kill me...
But someone else beat her to it.
Then my eyes close...
Slowly,
The darkness takes me.
As my knuckles turn white with pain.
A picture in my hands,
The shattered glass of the frame in my skin,
The face of the one I love staring up at me.
I don't try to stop to stop the bleeding,
In fact,
I encourage it,
Take a shard of glass,
Run it down my arms,
Across my face.
Letting the blood run freely down my body,
From the cut flaps of skin which hang from my body,
I open my mouth and let the red liquid flood in,
Choking on the iron taste and loving it.
Loving it like I loved her,
Loving it like I know she will know,
She will know that I did this because of her.
Loving it because she won't be able to cry at my funeral,
Knowing it was her fault.
I scream through the blood that fills my lungs,
Not with pain or regret,
With love, and the pain that it's given me.
I take the shard in my hand again,
Hold it to my chest and let the blood flow from it,
Like ink from a pen.
I draw, first the two peaks,
Then the valley.
A heart,
Running thick with my blood,
A heart for her.
I feel light headed,
I lean against the wall for a moment,
Then try to stand again,
I fall to the white carpet.
I look up at the bloodied hand print on the wall,
My only thought,
Mum would kill me...
But someone else beat her to it.
Then my eyes close...
Slowly,
The darkness takes me.
Literature
Je t'aime
She told me, "I love you this much!"
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
and desperate.
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
little bird."
Literature
But I'm Not Obsessed
I'm in love but I'm not obsessed.
I don't need to see her undressed.
I just wanted things to stay like this,
Where I'm the only one she would miss.
I know that it's strong and its strange.
I don't love her cos she's deranged.
We arn't in love for the pain,
Why couldn't things just stay that way?
So dig deep and dig some more,
Dig till your hands are raw
Dig till you just can't dig no more.
Cos in my mind you'll see,
Nothing that isn't me,
Nothing I don't want you to see.
Cos all that we really need
Is someone to love and please.
I'm glad you have somebody,
I'm just sad that it's not me.
And it's my absolute right
To kil
Literature
truths
i.
there are 2 things that not even the most
forceful of rains can cleanse me of:
-memories
-mistakes
ii.
sometimes, i feel like a caged lion.
only with a lot more impatience
and a lot less resilience.
iii.
i have yet to discover what it means to be content.
i am either too stagnant or too fluid.
no middle ground.
iv.
i have mastered the art of leaving.
it's the idea of moving on that still haunts me.
v.
i fear that the light in my eyes is so dim that it will burn out
before even i have a chance to see the world with it.
vi.
i am not as clever as i pretend to be.
vii.
someone needs to teach me that
i don't need reassurance; i
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Oh well.
UPDATE 24/08/11
I made a mistake with the BB Coding. Tis fixed now.
UPDATE 24/08/11
I made a mistake with the BB Coding. Tis fixed now.
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The writing is absolutely fabulous! I think I might have forgotten how to breathe at some point.
But... are you alright? :/ I'm always here if you want to note me or anything, remember that
But... are you alright? :/ I'm always here if you want to note me or anything, remember that