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| thin lines up her arms, small puddles of bloodf emerging as the time flows by, calmness and chaos, merging as one, enter her soul, until the pain is gone, but the pain remains, and the blood still flows, she needs more than a blade can give, she needs a rush, the rush that comes with countless pills, and countless cuts, and countless smokes, but nothing works, the only thing left, is out of her reach, she wants the pain to leave, but won't go the distance necessary to reach her need, why can't this be easy, she wonders in her heart, why can't I just do it, and ignor this voice in my head, one voice says to do it, while the othersscream to fight, which voice should I listen to, and which voice is right, She knows the answer, but does she have the strength, to fight this fight, and make it through the night. ~9/25/04 |
| This poem was written outside of a South Austin mall, after having to walk out of a movie, because I was unable to sit still or concentrate. |
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