desertions | Give In

Give in
I don't want to deal,
call me weak,
call me whatever you'd like.
But this is the truth, or so it seems
I cannot deal with this
the sharp blade tempts me
it wishes to eat my flesh...
it will drool crimson saliva
that will drip down my arm
when i give in
give in to the blade

a poem thats been in my head...

Shall I Ever Over come this?

You are Loss.

Your life defines tragedy. You have experienced
great hardships on an unimaginable scale and it
has jaded your view of life.

What Emotion Are You?
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