ok last night i stayed up till 3 writing the poem about cutting. eh. i could do muuuucho better! but im 2 tired 2 think about it. well heres the poem it would be nice 2 get ur input! ;) an addiction i can not escape and risk i can not take the blade to my wrist again; i want to feel this pain skin against metal the old familiar sting i feel the power rush over my whole being sit in the cold the dark the fear the pain the hurt the memories of what is pulling me apart reopeneing wounds that never fully close watch as the red river flows; as i pull away the drug of choice watch as it forms a line and drops calm away as it carries my hate trying to replace the pain in my mind with something in which i can relate steady pools of blood which are my self punishment for bad judgement i need to be hurt to make things right i need to be hurt now so i can sleep easy tonight ok anyways i slept with the pup i gave bryan that he used to sleep with everynight... it smelt like him :( i went threw the 'box full of hurt' a bit but ended up throwing it all off my bed and crying. i read his diary and it says he has a new diary and that he misses me... random shit along those lines. it made me so sad i have a huggge project due tomorrow but id rather be with bryan. ugh i dont kow his sn :( last night i tried to send him the poem but he really did delete that damn sn. ohh well. please comment on the poem! thanx! AIM: LiL Surfa BaBii AOL: Sk8erChick2004 EMAIL: Sk8erChick2004@aol.com cutmedeeply@yahoo.com