This is to all you kind people who tried to help me even though you didnt even know me, i am thankful, but i must say im sorry. i tried, i did really hard but it just wouldnt word so i wrote this poem type thing two nights ago and its all i have to say for now
Metal Love
As the thoughts flash through my mind,
As my hand twitchs toward the blade,
I think to myself,
Is this really right?
But I cant help it.
The pain is taking over,
I try to run away,
And once again it ends up with me facing it again.
The blade is sharp and narrow,
So easily it cuts the flesh.
But then I remember what i've been told,
To never touch it again.
I think about whats going on,
With my life,
And soon my desicion is clear.
As much as I want to make them proud,
to know me as a friend.
The thoughts of the pain disappearing and my mind being clear and calm,
Override this trivial need to make my friends proud.
My hand reachs for the blade theres no turning back now.
Soon it will all be over,
Until the next time of course.
A chance to escape,
A chance to be free.
Which is something i could use.
But just as the blade is about to touch,
I freeze,
A friends plea enters my mind.
Dont touch the blade once more.
Please dont do it again.
I momentarily think about it,
Maybe this is wrong.
Staring down the blade once more,
I begin to cry.
I want to stop, but its to late,
Im to far gone already.
And even if I tried to stop,
Even if I wanted to,
I dont believe I could.
So as I watch the blood roll down my arm,
And slowly hit the floor.
I read the words carved in my arm.
To scar forever more.
To leave the lasting memory,
Of what i feel today.
For me alone,
To see and read,
As my lasting thought.
My fingers slowly trace the word,
Every single letter.
Sending shivers up and down my spine,
the pleasure of knowing what i've done,
I truely feel in power.
The words to me speak nothing but the truth,
No lies hide between their red lines.
To keep with me as a reminder,
Of how I truely think.
So as you read these words,
Judge not the mind that thought it.
Nor the hand whiched Carved,
And simply let it show to you,
A glimpse into my mind. <******** LIFE
Im sorry...
but at least its not as bad as usual
Metal Love
As the thoughts flash through my mind,
As my hand twitchs toward the blade,
I think to myself,
Is this really right?
But I cant help it.
The pain is taking over,
I try to run away,
And once again it ends up with me facing it again.
The blade is sharp and narrow,
So easily it cuts the flesh.
But then I remember what i've been told,
To never touch it again.
I think about whats going on,
With my life,
And soon my desicion is clear.
As much as I want to make them proud,
to know me as a friend.
The thoughts of the pain disappearing and my mind being clear and calm,
Override this trivial need to make my friends proud.
My hand reachs for the blade theres no turning back now.
Soon it will all be over,
Until the next time of course.
A chance to escape,
A chance to be free.
Which is something i could use.
But just as the blade is about to touch,
I freeze,
A friends plea enters my mind.
Dont touch the blade once more.
Please dont do it again.
I momentarily think about it,
Maybe this is wrong.
Staring down the blade once more,
I begin to cry.
I want to stop, but its to late,
Im to far gone already.
And even if I tried to stop,
Even if I wanted to,
I dont believe I could.
So as I watch the blood roll down my arm,
And slowly hit the floor.
I read the words carved in my arm.
To scar forever more.
To leave the lasting memory,
Of what i feel today.
For me alone,
To see and read,
As my lasting thought.
My fingers slowly trace the word,
Every single letter.
Sending shivers up and down my spine,
the pleasure of knowing what i've done,
I truely feel in power.
The words to me speak nothing but the truth,
No lies hide between their red lines.
To keep with me as a reminder,
Of how I truely think.
So as you read these words,
Judge not the mind that thought it.
Nor the hand whiched Carved,
And simply let it show to you,
A glimpse into my mind. <******** LIFE
Im sorry...
but at least its not as bad as usual
