Maya Thurber


What Have I Become? - Poem by Maya Thurber

I feel the burning on my arms from my bladed friend
I watch as blood seeps to the slits in my skin
I sometimes look forward to that certain pain
That only I can control
It kind of feels good
I don’t know exactly why it happens but it does
I hate that no one truly knows who I am
My heart is slowly being torn apart
I think that’s why I look forward to that small little blade
In a way it helps ease the pain
I am shaking as I set down the blade
Not from the pain but from the ease of pain
It feels good

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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/8/2008 9:24:00 AM)

    when the going gets tough....the tough gets going...... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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