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excuses.poisons.death.
By cut dagger cut
her memories
in pieces,in pieces of pain
her feeling
are burning,burning from shame
because she can't speak to anyone of this
in this situation
there's no control
excuses and poison to blame
i asked you nicely not to
but did you listen? no, not you
about eight or nine
you thought you'd feel fine
i hoped you'd be alright
i guess we were both wrong
my memories
in pieces,in pieces of pain
my feelings
shot down again
i guess you can always count on
promises not being kept
nursing the pain
shot down again
it keeps raining on me
i swore i tasted the blood on my tongue
i could've sworn that my veins were drained
suicide
i kissed a razorblade
fell in love with a gun
put my trust into a chamber
and was brought a bullet for my lung
i could've sworn i died
and i can never write enough of this..
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Copyright 2003 cut dagger cut
Published on Sunday, December 14, 2003.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
This is amazing. I especially like the last stanza "I kissed a razorblade. . ." etc. Stunning. ~Wish Upon A Star
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