Post by Lost Innocent on Jul 30, 2003 4:43:12 GMT -5
The pain I feel,
with the knife.
Cannot compare,
with the pain I feel in life.
Even when it does not hurt,
it's still there nagging at you.
Sometimes it sneaks up,
from behind of course, and screams boo.
But that is only sometimes,
others it's just lurking in the back.
Screaming at you and nagging,
for something that you lack.
So which would you rather have?
the feel of the blade in your skin turning you to a shell,
Or the feel of a knife in your heart,
just building up a tale that you will never tell.
Well this poem has served it's purpose,
now is when I bow out.
Till I maybe see you all another day,
leaving all of you with at least a little doubt.
with the knife.
Cannot compare,
with the pain I feel in life.
Even when it does not hurt,
it's still there nagging at you.
Sometimes it sneaks up,
from behind of course, and screams boo.
But that is only sometimes,
others it's just lurking in the back.
Screaming at you and nagging,
for something that you lack.
So which would you rather have?
the feel of the blade in your skin turning you to a shell,
Or the feel of a knife in your heart,
just building up a tale that you will never tell.
Well this poem has served it's purpose,
now is when I bow out.
Till I maybe see you all another day,
leaving all of you with at least a little doubt.
