.. I was bored one sunday morning .. parents were out all day ..
.. Figured id watch some DVD's to while to hours away ..
.. Flicked through the various titles, hoping dad had got some new ones ..
.. " Seen .. Seen .. 'The Suicide Teens' ?! Cool, sounds gruesome" ..
.. I popped the case, and opened up the DVD's disc tray ..
.. Hit play .. the opening scenes showed a switch blade ..
.. Cutting slowly through pale flesh .. & as the camera panned back ..
.. It revealed a teenage girl, naked, clutching the hand that ..
.. She'd cut moments before; the flesh now crimson tinted ..
.. Dressed in blood. The cold steel blade within inches ..
.. Of her forearms .. I couldnt stand another second of this ..
.. So i hit stop, then paused before ejecting the disk ..
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.. Later that night .. as i slept, i dreamed ..
.. Or rather, fantasised, about the sights id seen ..
.. There was something 'bout the flesh & the knife that cut it ..
.. Something about the pain that i found highly erotic ..
.. Home life was always controled, this was me breaking free ..
.. It offered me an escape each time i played the scenes ..
.. Repeatedly id watch, to ease me feeling bleak inside ..
.. Relating the pain they caused themselves to my sleepless nights ..
.. The older i grew, the tighter depression cuddled my soul ..
.. And id cut Myself to escape all the troubles at home ..
.. I saw it as punishment; & though home's where the heart is ..
.. I reached a point i felt as if i lacked a heart to start with ..
.. My rays of hope suspended from a shoe string harness ..
.. Next to my coat of Arms; covered in cuts & scarred flesh ..
.. Id always kept bottled up, never did have much to say ..
.. But the longer life prolonged; the deeper those cuts became ..
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.. Last year, a letter to me arrived at that same address ..
.. Both my parents opted to open it, as i had left ..
.. " Im sorry it had to come to this mom, but your 'loving husband' ..
.. would wait till you were at work, then he'd make me touch him ..
.. Ask him about the times he'd offer to wash my back ..
.. Ask him about all the times he'd sit and watch me bath ..
.. He's the reason im fucked up; the reason i feel like shit ..
.. He's the reason i felt my only option was bleeding wrists ..
.. The reason you're reading this .. the reason im down & out ..
.. They say that Pain is Love, & i believe ive found that now ..
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R.I.P
Liam James Rollison
1989 - 2004