Disease

She stood,
Teary eyed, and pained
As she asked me that question
That I didn't know how to answer...
"How can you do that to yourself--
How can you mutilate.."
She stopped there
As if she could no longer speak
And when she said that word..
That dirty word..
It sounded like a disease
Like I had a disease
She made me feel sick
but I don't know how to explain
And I don't know how to talk anymore
No matter how small my words are
Or how slow I talk
Or how precisely I explain it
She'll never get it
And I don't think
She wants to.


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A SUPER oldie (back in about 2000)...

reposted as per request

• A former member wrote: this was good. i like your style...
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, Dissolving Poet (784) wrote:
  
  Made me wonder, left me in pained awe as I continued to read the old masterpiece you blessed us with. I enjoy your poetry it has raw emotion and sometimes that very rare~Gothic
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, TaintedButterfly (837) wrote:
  
  Well done hun.... I'm speechless. Julia~
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  this has a more pyschological impact than most cutting poems and for that you get a cookie...just kidding. It's a serious issue like most without clear ut resolve...you turned it into an effective and contemplative write...kudos
  
  
• A former member wrote: this really touches me in a way i cannot articulate. having someone look at you like you are some sort of monster because of a way that you deal with pain. ::sigh:: beautiful touching work. *~`burned`~*
  
  
• On Sunday, September 24, 2006, Carnapharnelia (40) wrote:
  
  So much people demand answers they don't really want to hear, so they just don't understand a word that's said. Nice write =)
  
  
• A former member wrote: *sighs* It's a hard thing, having a question spit at you like it's a curse, the person begging for you to explain it to them so they might better understand. Damn, do I know this. ~*Beth*~