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This is a poem about cutting yourself.Rate this Poem
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Pain
You say you feel the pain, When you can't fell the rain. You say you see the tears, You can't even feel our own fears. You are numb, You are the one who is dumb. You don't understand us, You just want to yell and cuss. Why listen to you? We know what we have to do. We have to go out and get high, Run our hands up someone's thigh. Let ourselves know we're alive, We haven't yet taken the dive. We still feel, We still deal. We still get drunk, Spend the night in someone's bunk. That moment of pain, Lets us feel the rain. The moment of fear, Lets us see the tears. The moment the blade meets the skin, Tells us again and again, We feel the pain, So we live another day.
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