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My Little Dark Secret's Confession

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Emo-Artist-Midnight

Published: Nov 21, 2012

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There's something on
My mind.

It's tormenting me
And won't stop.

It's sitting there
In the dark quietly,
Just as if it's
Stalking me.

Only to become aware
That's it's full intention.

It mocks me with it's
Smirks and laughing.

Why can't it go away?

How do I relieve this
THING?

Must I really confess?

Is confession really my
Only ESCAPE?

Fine then, you
LITTLE DARK SECRET
Of mine,
I confess...

I'm a cutter and carry the
Guilty truth on my skin
Through scars...

Now I feel better
Since I just let that
Out.

To all who read this poem,
You are now a witness
to my
LITTLE DARK SECRET's
Confession...

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I had to let this out eventhough a lot of you already know my Little Dark Secret...

1st step- Admittance and Acceptance- for me is now complete.

2nd step- Strive for your goals to getting cleaner- is only at like 2% and growing.