Rain
By Nesfurata
Everyday is a battle I don't want to face.
Cutting helps my mind escape this place.
Alone in the dark the razor cuts.
The door of opportunity permanently shuts.
I release myself; enveloped in pain.
Every night my blood falls like rain.
Living out my existence in this pitiful life.
My only friend is this sharpened knife.
I pay for my sins every night and day.
With every cut it all goes away.
I carry with in me this unbearable pain.
Every night my blood falls like rain.
This life I have is not worth living.
After all this pain I'm tired of giving.
I clench my teeth as my blood is shed.
I wake up everyday and try to move ahead.
I'm sick of the fighting, and I'm sick of the pain.
That's why at night my blood falls like rain.
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Copyright 2004 Nesfurata
Published on Sunday, August 22, 2004.
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On Sunday, November 5, 2006, carlosjackal
(2788) wrote:
One of the best self-harming poems I've read on this site. "Every night my blood falls like rain" - dark, disturbing, yet so poetic.
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On Tuesday, August 29, 2006, LordBrosnian
(44) wrote:
The scars which 'pon your plush skin - stain, are mem'ries from an old disdain, which seems to fall 'pom harken ears, and prey upon a poets fears, that one day thro the waxing dim, they too, may face that fear within. Excellent
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On Saturday, October 16, 2004, Loserland
(113) wrote:
cutting is just like any other addiction really, a quick escape but no real progress from pain
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On Tuesday, August 24, 2004, MABUS
(20) wrote:
i can relate to some of ur poetry, u should check out a few of my works, theres some simularity in a few of them
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On Tuesday, August 24, 2004, JiNx
(98) wrote:
reminds me of somethings... one question though if you don't mind me asking "This life I have is not worth living." what about it is so horrible? I know sometimes I think that myself... I just curious to know *JiNx*