September 11th, 2004

One of my better ones


I sit here and scream
While the blood pours
down my arms. My pain
Comes from inside, my
Screams are my soul
longing to die. You take
your time with things
and sometimes your so
caught up in you that
you forget me or so it
seems. This “love” we
never had disappears into
tears. And the hate we
never had comes to agree
with problems that
shouldn’t be, but they
are, and now unstoppable.
so all this pain is merged
with hate, tears, and confusion
sets in with death and
everything is pushed in
me. . . so I hide my self
and start over.

Christina Burton
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