A Deadly Cure

Thu, 05/19/2016 - 20:40 -- Alanisr

It calls to me

As my thoughts run fast.

It calls to me

And I can't hold back.

It's there for me

When my heart feels cold.

It's there for me

And my lonely soul.

It's always there

In the back of my mind.

"Just reach for it and leave your worries behind"

Just one little slice will make the pain go away,

One little scar, for the words you can't say.

But that one little scar, will soon turn to four,

And you can't stop the feeling and urge to make more.

A sharp peice of metal, pressed to your skin,

Is where a life with more sorrow and misery begins.

-A

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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