I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding my soul out with ever cut it is sucked out of me.
Every time I give into my temptation,My anger is shown. My pain becomes seen.
My burden becomes heavier. With each scar i'm pulled into my grave a little bit more. The out come is death.. I know.
NO! I don't want to die! But my screams are muffeled as blood fills my mouth!
Every emotion that I posses.. flows out with my blood. My memory is blured, with visions of my past.
My dreams for the future are shattered.Even my present gaze is blured as the blood slowly drips into my eyes.
I have not past. No future. and soon the present will end. I have no choice.
I have no will to fight any longer. All my energy and my strenght
Have been sucked from with in me. I don't and can't stand this pain any longer.
I don't know how much longer I can last..... the time has come for it to end....
As the dawn brakes threw the night sky's. You came into my life.
In my time of dispear, Your love and peace surrounded me.
When I thought there was no one left to hold me, I felt your arms
wrap around me. When I thought no one could penertrate, those thick
protetive walls that held my heart prisoner, You burst in, and let your spirit
consume me. You have given me a second chance. You have give me a
new life.
Make them stop! i can't allow these tears to
destroy my barrier between my soul and emotions. It took so long to build.
Please Stop!
Don't come any closer to this thin line!
Why do you torment me so?
Why wast the precious tears on me?
Why can't I continue
to live with out tears?
With out eomotions?
Please, go back into that secret prison within. Please, I beg you ~GO~ and torment some other helpless soul.
Dont' you see what you do to me?
You symbolize my fear!!!!!!!!!
It is as if you are an omen of death!
I can't deal with you now or ever. You are my weakness! you are my fear........my death.......my past......
Why is it that no matter how much I run,
your always close beehind?
Eventually you catch me in a trap!
Please ~LEAVE~ my sacred world!
Please never return.
I'm scared! Can't you see?
As I look down at the healing flesh...
As I run my hand over the bumpy ground....
I think of the past...
I think of the furure...
I know what was in the past...
But not what the future holds....
I can't help but wonder do I even have a future?
Will I live a life, living in the past?
Will I ever be normal?
Or will I have the temptation to scar myself
Once again forever haunting me?
Will I forever be a dissipointment to my Lord?
I do not know were my life will lead...
Neither do I have any answers to any of
these questions....
But I can only hope and pray that my eyes will
never again see ~my~ blood slowly drippng from
freshly opend wounds...
Emily Dickinson
She dealt her pretty words like blades
How glittering they shone
And every one unbared a nerve
Or wantoned with a bone
She never dreemed, she hurt,
That is not steels affair
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh
How ill the creatures bear
To ache is human, not polite
The film upon the eye
Mortailitys old custom
Just locking up, to die
