Cutting hands
Not the best chance
Not justifying
But its satisfying
Increasing pain
Everything's vain
It hurts
Like a curse
Splashing blood from hands
Is nothing compared to the tense
Surrounding us like a electric fence
Tearing us up by all chance
People say it sounds funny
Or do they pity
Its so easy
To call us lousy
But you and I
We have seen it eye to eye
Felt it attack limb to limb
Heart failing by every single beat
But we still regain
From the torture and disdain
How can a few words
Be more powerful than sharp swords
And then we hear
The name they call us ear to ear
Oh what is the word?
Are we all now cowards?
A/N: Sometimes it hurts sooo much that hurting yourself is the only thing that calms you down.
But angels, trust me there are other ways. All of us are capable of making this world a heaven so I'm pretty sure we are capable of making our lives heaven too.
My ways of escaping pain is poetry. Where I spill my pain in the form of words.
What's yours??
LOVE, HASH
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