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The impulse to cut,
the impulse to cry,
the impulse to scorn that stupid slut.
Take the clip,
in your skin,
make a rip.
Let the blood flow,
let the scratches show,
proud and independant.
Take the pill,
the impulse for yourself,
to kill.
Let the fog drift in,
showcase my sin,
falling into sleep.
Impulse to cut,
impulse to down,
impulse to try.
- by Dreaminginred2006 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/22/2009 |
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- Title: Impulse
- Artist: Dreaminginred2006
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Description:
I wrote this after I read a book titled "Impulse," by Ellen Hopkins. That, and the crap that was going on at that point, led me to write this poem.
No flamers please, but feel free to comment. - Date: 01/22/2009
- Tags: impulse cutting
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Comments (2 Comments)
- mystery123456789 - 02/27/2009
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good i can relate to it 5/5
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- MrFreshboyz1 - 01/26/2009
- very deep. your words described me. it made me want to do it all over again like an addiction. its too hard to stop. the force is too much ii feel more pain by your poem.5/5
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