Poem Quote #6724413
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he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that-
it had kept him going when

all seemed
tuly
hopeless.

putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.

who the hell is going to save 
me? he
thought.

as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:

you're going to have to save yourself.



 

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posted April 18, 2013 at 8:37pm UTC tagged with poem, inspirational, crazy, help, selfharm, insane, drunk, saveme, madness, away messages

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