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Alone, Hurt, Sharp, Sins, Edges, Cut

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Meandor117

Published: Aug 29, 2012

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Alone
In the dark room
Made of my doubt
I pick up a piece
Of my broken heart

Sharp
I touch it
With my shaky finger tip
I feel it against me
I sigh and start think

Hurt
That's the word
It explains the feelings
The emotions
That I hide

Sins
The wrongs
That I have done
To god, mankind
And myself

Edges
They call to me
I know that I can't resist
I need this
I really do

Cut
I use the piece
Of my broken heart
And I cut my wrist
Hoping to never wake up
Again

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This one came out of nowhere once again XD I started feeling down and I wrote down one word, Alone, then it just added on into this poem as you guys just read