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The silken curtain falls from my chest
and I see it, once more, sitting there.
It waits for me in mockery, in jest.
It is a pain I can not bear.
I trace my finger along the line,
this ugly crack upon porcelain skin.
I know this pain, for it is mine.
It reminds me so of all my sins.
It has faded with the passage of time,
yet remains this bitter taste
of blood spilled for another’s crime,
love forgotten and left to waste.
- by Ryosei_Hime |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/09/2009 |
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- Title: The Sting Remains
- Artist: Ryosei_Hime
- Description: I was a cutter as a teen and used it as an outlet for all kinds of emotional pain, because there was no one there to talk to about it. One scar still remains for me as well as its cause.
- Date: 08/09/2009
- Tags: sting remains cutting selfmutilation depression
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