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When I Had Razors For Friends
By Loserland
Nobody would guess where I am
Talking with an old friend again
Mr. Razor Blade and I go way back
My only outlet when the world went black
I revealed to him only, my debilitating pain
So why do I still feel like a disillusioned teen?
Lonely, isolated, confused, and full of self-torment
I have returned for a glimpse of my self-repent
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Mutilation
It’s hidden
But I’m not shameful
It was a bad day
A bad week, a bad month
A bad year, a bad decade
I suffered loss
My life became overshadowed
By my death
My love for the blood
To see the blood flow to the floor
Hooked on a deadly rush
Feeling bad became so good
Lost in a life with lack of control
The only control I could muster
Was the power to destroy myself
Every night was a challenge
My addiction got worse
Skin grew paler than ever
Blood became my graffiti
I painted the walls with my pain
A deep dark pit of sick pleasure
Eventually I tunneled out
But I am not ashamed
I expressed my self-hatred and survived
To hate another day
Blood loss saved my life
How’s that for irony
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Copyright 2003 Loser Johnson
Published on Saturday, October 18, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Saturday, November 13, 2004, Savannah
(218)
wrote:
I absolutely love this. Now, you need to read my "Silent Prayer" I'm sure you can relate.. wonderful write, just wonderful
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On Friday, October 15, 2004, Nesfurata
(58) wrote:
I still love this poem it is amazing. -Elizabeth
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On Tuesday, October 12, 2004, BeautifulCalamity
(428) wrote:
"I painted the walls with my pain" .. i feel a relation here in the way i have felt.. well written and conveyed words..
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On Wednesday, August 25, 2004, Nesfurata
(58) wrote:
That was very good. I love it. You were right our poetry does have some similarities. I understand what it's like to live that life perfectly. Great job! -Elizabeth
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On Saturday, August 21, 2004, AHHH
(187) wrote:
wow awesome write..."The only control I could muster Was the power to destroy myself" great line
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On Saturday, October 25, 2003, Cinn
(152) wrote:
wow, you're stuff is just so...wow, love it
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On Tuesday, October 21, 2003, hate_doll
(265) wrote:
::shivers:: the truth and dismal edge to this overwhelming...love it, like always :)
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On Sunday, October 19, 2003, ghost
(13) wrote:
seems you and i have the same friends, the darkness it hates us, in fact never leaving our sides. very nice!! you captured the emotion well,again nice!!
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On Sunday, October 19, 2003, cre
(411) wrote:
This is a good write . . it splays out the truth and offers a look into the world that more than one of us here have known . . very nice job. But I hope you stay away from that world now.
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A former member wrote:
good thrilling good yet again. Drake
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A former member wrote:
your social diversity is intriguing. the whole thing about painting you blood on the walls as gravity... is there a hidden meaning there?
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On Saturday, October 18, 2003, Loserland
(113) wrote:
more of a literal one
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On Saturday, October 18, 2003, Drea
(1443) wrote:
i agree with demo. this poem is me. every last word. thank you for posting. ~Drea~
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On Saturday, October 18, 2003, Demosthenes
(155) wrote:
see? there IS such thing as a good cutting poem. -B
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On Saturday, October 18, 2003, KittyStryker
(711) wrote:
"It was a bad day/A bad week, a bad month/A bad year, a bad decade".. seriousy. it's been a bad life. lol! and i liked "I expressed my self-hatred and survived/To hate another day"... well put.
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A former member wrote:
Wicked ... but nice.. i love it. *~angel~*
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