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Brings pleasure, this little sin

-Pooja Lokhande.

 

The blade, it moves with a blinding speed 

Across her pale white skin 

Like a fountain, the blood gushes out

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

And for a moment she feels alive,

She feels like a normal being

Pain, ah, the sweet pain!

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Over and over she cuts

Until the walls seem to spin,

The brilliant red color in her black and white world,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Like rubies, they scatter all over,

Every droplet and its twin,

Leaves her feeling alive and surreal

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

One scar above the other,

Feeling pain is better than feeling nothin’

Doesn’t stop ’til the the razor gives up

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Now looking at her crimson wrist,

She cannot help but grin

Sculpted her body, her own way,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

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Loneliness

Hate, anger, frustration,

How does one survive?

Confusion, distraught, depression.

Why even be alive?

.

Screaming, running, sobbing,

Everyone is swarming.

Yelling, crying, dying.

Does someone really care?

.

I sit alone now, all by

Myself with no one else.

They’ve all left again for good,

And I am once again alone.

.

I only have friends when

They need a place to hide.

Does that make them love me?

“My basement’s always open. . .”

.

I sit alone again and cry,

For the friends I wish I had,

But will never see.

All I get are words, in threes.

.

They speak to me softly,

Worry in their faces.

Do they care? Or is

Their worry worthless?

.

It hurts at the end,

As we all know, but

After that we don’t

Know how to go.

.

Dante once said that sinners go

Where it is dark and dank,

And in the hot below,

Down where Hades rules.

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But do we know

Where people go

After their loneliness

Has got to them.

.

Why stay here where it’s sad,

When you can live happy,

No longer alone,

No longer afraid.