Never Real Poem by Heather Rhoden
Never Real
Killing the pain,
One cut at a time.
Blood dripping from the blade,
With tears streaming from my eyes.
My hurt begins to fade,
Along with my soul.
Taking my faith,
Leaving my heart only cold.
My feelings start to turn to ice
As my hope is set free.
Flying with the blood of every vein I slice
As if I was only a dream.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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