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Pressing hard against my skin is a shadow.
The harder I press the deeper it goes.
Slowly my flesh is separated,
and crimson red starts to appear.
It’s so beautiful . . .
I adore how it takes the pain away.
How the blood takes a graceful path down to my finger tips.
No matter how bad life gets,
there is that one thing that you can control.
Pure power just put into your hands.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
©2005-2009 ~1337alicat
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the feelings of a cutter

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:iconsupertails15:
umm wow that is a unique poem.

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Sonic, i hate you you kissed fiona
:icon1337alicat:
Yeah, its hard to explain it to people. there are very few that entirely get it.
besides its crappy anyways.
:iconsupertails15:
i get it i know what you are talking about there are so many scars on my body as well.

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Sonic, i hate you you kissed fiona
:icon1337alicat:
so you just weren't expecting it?
c i've quit for a while and i've had the urge to pick up a blade again so I was just recalling some of the feelings i felt back then when I stopped.
:iconcrono-silversand:
It's not the pain I seek but just to watch the blood...I haven't hurt myself in a bit now though, exacto knives are my tool of choice.
:icon1337alicat:
razor blades were my choice of tool. Its been really hard not to pick it back up again, but there are reasons why I choose not to anymore that are more important to me than getting rid of the mental pain.
:iconmissing-echo:
Content: you know I'm going to get frustrated here, so I'm not gonna say much; just that I know what you're going thru (you know that) and you can call me (you know that too). Cutting frustrates the hell out of me. I'm glad you haven't resorted to it ;p

As to the poem itself: Not Bad. I like how you're not all typical angsty "my life sucks i want to cut myself and kill my parents, blah blah blah." I really really like the spin you put on it.

Pressing hard against my skin is a shadow.
The harder I press the deeper it goes.
Slowly my flesh is separated,
and crimson red starts to appear.
{Stop. Cliche. Cliche. You were doing great until line 4! + "crimson" and "red" are the same thing, "crimson" just modifies. And you can think of something better than "starts". . . "and crimson resurfaces. . ."

It’s so beautiful . . .
{you know how I feel about elipses, but I guess it works here.}

I adore how it takes the pain away.
{Yuck. Sorry, but no.}

(How-delete) The blood takes a graceful path down to my finger tips.
{you really could do without "blood", or the whole line really. You've already mentioned it at the start (if not ellusively, but still. . .)

No matter how bad life gets,
there is that one thing that you can control.
Pure power just put into your hands.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
{This ending is mediocre, but I'll take it. Overall, again Not Bad.}

Hope that wasn't too painful ;p you know i luff ya!
:iconsupertails15:
well that is good i guess

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Sonic, i hate you you kissed fiona

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