Bond

Every action i do, makes my life a bigger mess;

I can only resort to my razor, biting into my flesh.

Its pain brings me, much needed serenity;

If one slit isn't enough, then i'll do plenty.

You think i do this, because i wish to die;

When in reality, it saves my life.

I do it to save myself;

I don't need your false words to help.

When i do it, all my emotional pains;

Seem to disappear, it all drains.

The weight of the world, i will not succumb;

I'm better left alone, feeling numb.

Not feeling hurt or confused,

Only occurs when a piece of metal is used.

You can never part, two dear friends;

We'll stick together, until the very end.

It's amazing, the power it now has on me;

A life without it, is a life that can never be.

At times i wonder, will my skin ever again be pure?

And do i ever want to give it up? Sure.

Until then, i must go on;

And appreciate my cure, my lustful bond...

 

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savigirl14

Wow very powerful. There is constant emotion for this character in this piece of poetry. I love your detail. Also, you username is cool and that's my middle name. Except mine is spelled Noele. Please read my poems and tell me what you think.

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