This sensation in my arm, <br />Reminds me of many, <br />Lonely times. <br /> <br />It reminds me of, <br />When the blade used to slice, <br />Through my skin, <br />And blood would pour out, <br />And finally it would, <br />Relive me of all my pain. <br /> <br />This sensstion in my arm, <br />Thought it couldn't get this bad, <br />Couldn't remember how it felt. <br /> <br />The broken soul, <br />Too hard to fix, <br />Forever broken, <br />Inside of me. <br /> <br />This sensation in my arm, <br />helps to, <br />forget the pain, <br />that's rolling around inside. <br /> <br />This scared arm, <br />Stings today, <br />For it doesn't really, <br />Relive the pain. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />written 7th Febuary 2011<br /><br />jess jayne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reminding-myself/
