Pain filling my heart,
Pain filling my soul,
Tearing through my mind,
Leaving another gaping hole.
Wanting to escape,
Just to be free,
Leave this emotion behind,
Wanting to be left be
Looking across the room,
Scissors,
Razors,
Safety-pins,
Knives,
What shall it be this time.
Not wanting to die,
But wanting to get away.
Why is physical pain,
So much easier to endure,
Than the hole,
Growing deep inside,
Always carried with me,
Never to let go.
©2008 ~ChelseaML
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