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tasha3121 — My Dark Love
Published: 2004-12-01 03:44:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 67; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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On a lonely night while I cried,All the things we did together,
Me and you,
Gave me so much comfort,
So much pain,
And so much relief
I didn't have to scream,
You screamed for me,
You let my tears fall onto you,
I demanded that you go deeper,
Harder and harder,
You obeyed me,
The one thing that doesn't let me down,
I can't get enough of you,
Your a habbit that embeds onto my skin,
Leaving a stinging surface,
A map of my body,
Which leads to the pain I grasp within,
Let me hold you once more,
While crimson tears drop.
My Love, My Blade.
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Those who cut to show, those who cut to simply say look, those are whom disgust me. They pose with their blades, razors, and knives, letting the blood become their guise, hiding those inside. Holden Caulfied knows only too well the disgrace of posers, though his defintion might be harsh, tainted by his ignorance.
I do not cut myself, It is not something I dare to do. However, like one possesed, I can see your motivation only so clear. I instead prefer to bruise, internally I bleed, the pain giving rise to a feeling of joy, an adrenaline rush, a checmical high. A contrast to the horrid emotions I bottle up inside, I bottle it up and they bite away. How strong they must be for pain to become pleaseure, to have pain become such a good feeling in comparison to that within.
Its just a mindset. Mind over matter. What does matter?
My internal struggle. Why is it always internal with me. I can't bring myself to blame others. Perhaps there is no one to blame.
But to become addicted, to be come addicted to the pain... I refuse.
So I start to write, to express myself, to avoid doing other harms. A constructive cutting, only these cuts are the blood from sore fingers, the blood in the words, in rhetoric. Blood from the soul.
I write in red. Bruises will always heal. I don't bruise so easily anymore.
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That was deep.
Catcher in the Rye is one of my favourite books, what a character Holden was. In some ways I saw him as a hyppocrite with double standards and sometimes an anal man who made me laugh at loud.
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I always saw him as a genius, simply misguided. His hate for humanity is fueled by his compassion for it. His want to catch those from falling off a cliff, from hurting themselves, from being stupid. And he doesn't recongize himself as also being somemone he hates for the same reasons.
In this, I can relate.
I laugh.
taken aback, slapped in the face by my own words in the last sentence.
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I have cut before too... some friends got really freaked out a bit so now I am absolutely commanded to call one of two cell phone numbers if I ever feel like cutting, before I do anything. And they're really so worried about it that it made me feel bad. I've temporarily quit, but I know if I ever need to, nothing will be able to stop me from going back to it again.
The feeling is addictive. I understand completely. It shouldn't make any sense- but it does.
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