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Hole in my foot,
scars on my arm,
impossible to do me
bodily harm.
Gash on my head,
stitches on my wrist,
accustomed to the pain
never sick of it.
Im rather
uncomfortable if
I'm not holding tissue
to cloth the blood
the pain is not an issue.
Fall, scrape,
jump, slit
punch the wall
no focus
to my violence.
Nails ripped bare
is it possible to fathom
it was just an accident
I didn't want this to happen?
The only thing amazing
from this whole situation
is that I'm still alive
with all these bruises and abrasions.
- by Apocalyptic Beatdown |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/18/2009 |
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- Title: You can't hurt me
- Artist: Apocalyptic Beatdown
- Description: Read and enjoy
- Date: 05/18/2009
- Tags: damage prone
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Shady Edward - 05/23/2009
- Great poem, I can relate.
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- Mev2013 - 05/18/2009
- i liked it alot it was pretty good it really does give me an insider look about the guy mind. have you read my poem called The Girl?
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