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No Longer Inside Of Me

I sit here on the ground
The tears running down my face
The memories flowing through my veins
All i can feel is the pain inside
I hold the blade over my small arm
And think to myself
Whether or not to slide it across
When i couldnt take the pain anymore
I slide it across
Watching as the blood ran
The rain washes away the memory of him
Along with the blood he gave to me
The blood will pour and pour
Until it could no more
Once his blood is gone
I'll be able to rest
I'll be able to move on
I wont stop until its gone
even if it means i have to die.

poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Just Fiction

My blade is my very own metallic potion,
Its edge helps me control this dark emotion,

The pain melts away as if it were ice on a summer day,
My blood represents my pain unhurriedly flowing away,

To distance my mind from the pain,
I grab my blade and press it to my vein,

I slide it slowly so I can enjoy watching my blood spill,
You will never understand how I love the comforting chill,

The pain is my addiction,
But you think my pain is just fiction,

You think its all for attention,
You don’t understand my coping invention.

The one I have created to get out of this depression

poem by J.T. Solomon
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Scars

(ian hunter/darrell bath/honest john plain)
Well I still got your blood running through my veins
I still got your blood running through my veins
And even though the circumstances change
I know we never got along - the pieces would not fit
And I still got the scars to show for it
Staring through the window at the rain
Is it me or have all the colours changed?
I was sick with jealousy
I know why you had to split
And you still got the scars to prove it.
I cant see them, but I can feel them
Theyre tearing me up inside
I feel them kicking - I feel them sticking
Like something in me died
And its all right - I wish you the very best
I just had to get it/this off my chest
People tell me on the street that you dont give a
I took that kind of hard
Its just another kind of scar I got to show for it
Its just another scar I got to show for it
I still got your blood running through my vein
But I still got your blood running through my vein
I still got your blood running through my vein
I say I still got your blood running through my vein

song performed by by Ian Hunter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Watch My Blood Rain

The blade looks enticing
It's difficult to explain
The ideas of slicing
Watch my blood rain

The cut is deep
Some say I'm insane
It puts me to sleep
To watch my blood rain

The redness is real
I cannot refrain
I know I truly feel
When I watch my blood rain

I sit and I cry
Life is nothing but pain
I ask myself why
I watch my blood rain

My spirit is bound
By this ball and chain
My soul has been downed
Then I watch my blood rain

The anguish is true
My heart has been slain
One day I'll break through
For now I'll watch my blood rain

poem by Haley Nicole
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Blood stained top

My blood stained top lies on the floor.
Coved in crimson red.
From the bursting seems of my skin.
The blood did pour.
Going all over my top.
As the blood seeps in to my top.
It has made it blood stained.
Like blood tears.

My life remains in tatters.
Like my top I cut to bits.
My skin is sliced to ribbons.
And the blood is oozing,
down my top
Making it blood stained

See the top in the morning.
A memento of the night before.
It won't stop me.
For I'll have to do it again

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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This balde

This blade was,
Once silver but,
Is now blood red.

What have I done,
I have to hide again,
The tears have fallen,
For another night.

My arm is now covered,
In blood red stains,
I wish i could erase,
All my pain.

The blade was sarrated,
The worst type of all,
Smooth ends are dated,
Just like blades that are small.

This blade was,
Once silver but,
Is now blood red.

What have I done,
I'm falling asleep,
Again

written 19th may 2010

poem by Jess Jayne
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You know why I love the rain? Because no one knos I'm crying.

You know why I love the rain? Because no one knows you’re crying
By: Jean Pullman

I look at you with the pain buried in my soul
You say you see it but I say you don’t
I feel the razor blade swiping across my skin is the only answer
I know you don’t understand

CHORUS
It’s raining so now’s the time my tears come
I go in a corner in my room and slice my leg
Watching the river of blood
You might think I’m crazy
I’m just depressed
And I love it when the rain comes

I wish I could just tell someone how I feel
But my mouth is held shut by an invisible hand
I locked my heart and threw away the key
I will no longer let it break the heal and break again
Why can’t you love me for me
Why must you expect me to be something I’m not
I wish that love didn’t kill me little by little
Because I’m almost dead

CHORUS
It’s raining so now’s the time my tears come
I go in a corner in my room and slice my leg
Watching the river of blood
You might think I’m crazy
I’m just depressed
And I love it when the rain comes

This time I’m going deep
I’ll hit the vain so I will no longer feel pain
My heart won’t be broken I’ll be set free
So the rain comes and washes away the blood
No one will know when I died
Crying it was you I thought of.

poem by Jean Pullman
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In a place

Razor in hand.
Blood flows as my skin bleeds.
I have to do this.
I have to bleed.
Its what my body needs.
I need the pain,
I need to feel.
My heart feels made of broken steal.
I have to do this
Just so I feel in place.

My body needs the pain,
Its much better to be able to feel.

Inside I am numb.
My brain is all but mush.

Now the blood is flowing freely,
At last the locked up tears are out,
they flow in my blood freely.
I am in a bad place,

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Death of the soul

The tears keep flowing,
the blood won't stem.
my open heart glows,
like a blood red gem.

Those words still hurt,
those thoughts still pain.
you hurt me even though you knew
you had nothing to gain.

Like a glinting black blade,
covered in crimson red blood.
Your mind is corrupted,
like a withering rose bud.

poem by Mandy Lee
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Slish slash my wrists

With a slish and a slash.
My wrists pour of blood.
Blood surrounds me.
My emotions are free.
Only for a while.

With each new cut
I have to make.
I loose all hope
That things will ever change.

With a new scar.
It has the story to tell.
What a mess im in.

Each cut
For a reason.
The dropp of blood.
All the hatred
All the pain
It contains.

With the slish and slash.
Of the razor blade
I have a glimmer
Of hope
Just to get
Through the day.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Love Blood Tear Heart

LOVE
I love you
I believe you
you made my heart beat
I can't believe it
I'm in love
when I see you
my face turns red
my voice shakes
what can i do?

BLOOD
I can't believe
all was false
you wasn't the truth
I'm heartbroken
my heart is bloody now
somebody help me
let my heart stop
that still beat for him
blood blood
my heart is bleeding

TEAR
what is this warm thing
that flows on my face
Is it the blood?
that overflowed from my heart?
It is tear
no, it is just a salty water]
I can't be crying

I tear my heart
so that it won't beat anymore
It hurts...
not the pain that heart is torn
but the pain i'm betrayed by you
the pain we can't love anymore

HEART
my heart will never beat
my heart will stay cold
and nobody will find me
don't expect me to love you again
I'm not fool anymore
my heart has stopped
my heart has torn
In future i will be able to say to you
'you're just somebody, i forgot you'

LOVE
BLOOD-
TEAR
HEART

poem by Eliar LUN
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Slide It In

You talk too much,
Never saying what's on your mind,
It's written on your face,
An' in the words you hide behind.
I know what you want,
I can see what you're looking for,
I know what you want from me,
An' I'm gonna give you more.
I'm gonna slide it in
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it, in baby.
Sometimes you seem
Just like a stranger to me,
But, all the games you play
Make it so easy to see.
You're looking for love,
Tho' you try to deny,
The things you put me through
Tell me what I've got to do to you.
I'm gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in.
(Solo)
You talk too much,
Always treating me so unkind,
I know what I've got to do,
To get me some peace of mind.
I'm gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it in,
Right to the top.
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in, slide it,
Slide it in, slide it in,
Right to the top, baby

song performed by by Whitesnake
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The Dada Da-da da. (Call Everything By Its Proper Name)

So you call 'the rain' in pain.
In pain you call 'the rain'
the rain, the rain, the rain
that molten lava rain,
that beats the windowpane,
that is the blade tht cuts your face.
the rain that runs down swollen face,
water like lace,
water like lace on your face,
so the lace, lace, lace
traces your face, face, face
rain, pane, train
and everything' in pain.
The rain is the pain,
that cuts your face with a blade,
so your blood it runs like lace,
blood lace, bloodied lace,
on your face
your face, your face.

poem by Ursula De La Mer
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Fresh Blood

All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Pills for Pain. Blood for hurt

How much can a person endure
Before realising pills make the pain stop
They numb all feeling and leave you cold
Cold and dead inside
Pills for pain blood for hurt

It trickles slowly out
The harder you push the faster the hurt escapes
How can a person hurt themselves
When all they do is hurt
When you hurt emotionally physically is easier
Pills for pain blood for hurt

To be nobody to no one
To be unloved and unknown
I am know by the pills
They know me
They make me a someone
Pills for pain blood for hurt

To have a heart broken
Shattered and screaming for less hurt
To feel so much love and the next day non
Pills for pain blood for hurt

Love leads to pain
Caring leads to hurt
Pills for pain
Blood for hurt
Nobody to save me

poem by Maxine Isherwood
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)

All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again

In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again

Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me

No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again

Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me

poem by Satan's Sibling
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On Purpose

I see the blood dripping down my arm.
Red liquid in a running line

I smell the blood dripping down my arm.
Irony and salty

I hear the blood dripping down my arm.
Making splashes as drops hit the floor

I taste the blood dripping down my arm.
Mineraly and smooth

I feel the blood dripping down my arm.
A tickle covering immense pain

Because I cut myself
On purpose

poem by Kylee Bartz
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The Blood Of Jesus

Every minute, every hour,
The blood of Jesus is the power,
It's the power over sickness and disease,
It's the power that sets you free.
The blood of Jesus will turn your life around,
In your daily life peace will abound,
It will set you free from anxiety,
Through Jesus' blood you will have a victory.
Plead the blood of Jesus without delay,
Pour the blood over bad circumstances today,
Try the blood of Jesus and you will see,
The blood of Jesus means victory.

poem by Elizabeth Skerencak
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Cut

To cut
Takes away my inner pain.
It releases my emotianal state.
To watch the blood flow.
To me is not blood.
Its all the badness inside.

I have a load of bad feelins.
Inside eating away at me.
so when the razor.
Slices a new cut.
I no I can brake
Free for a short while.

Blood is red
Its precious to some.
To me its the bad
Stuff flowing away.

Do i have a desire to stop?
Yes I do
But for the moment I cant.
Mabey one day I will.

But as I feel
Everything is black
I have to
Get the badness out.

Blood of me
Is red
But should be black.

Some say im crazy.
Mabey I am
In their opinion.

In my opinion
Im not
It dont make me
A bad person.

Its just a tempory relaese
Its not permanant relaese
Only the scars are
Forever
But in time
They fade.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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to abandonment
i am already at ease
these happen all the time
and it has no effect
on my blood anymore

these blood that keeps on
running
without an arrival
these blood that
pours
when i have no
more tears
to show you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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to abandonment
i am already at ease
these happen all the time
and it has no effect
on my blood anymore

these blood that keeps on
running
without an arrival
these blood that
pours
when i have no
more tears
to show you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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