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As I open the bathroom door.
My eyes begin to pour.
I cry cry cry.
Wondering why why why.
Why do I feel I dont belong?
Why does no one get along?
So as I pick up that knife.
I think about my life...
Cutt one: As the cold hard blade
reaches my vein I begin to
remember when I was happy
and felt no pain.
Cutt two: I look at my arm
look at the blood, I think
to myself...wouldnt this
be easier if I just had a gun?
Cutt three: My bloodprint now on the
bathroom door..I get dizzy wondering is it
too late and drop to the floor..
Too awake to see and thank my mom for
my life...I will never pick up that knife..
again...
Scream Me Something Beautifull
- by XxcutieXxroseyxX |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/08/2008 |
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- Title: Too late
- Artist: XxcutieXxroseyxX
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Description:
its meh and what i write
- Date: 10/08/2008
- Tags: late
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Comments (4 Comments)
- AlexSilverX - 01/18/2009
- pretty good, could be made into a song and it'd be even better
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- g-helper6699 - 01/18/2009
- omg dat is such a good poem i almost cried win i read it (no kiddin)
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- bobodia10000 - 10/09/2008
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Pfft, another emo sad story. Honestly, I'm getting really tired of these. And anyone who does cut themselves are just stereotypical considering the fact that cutting yourself does absolutely nothing.
Oh look there's something wrong with me and the world, i think i'll go and ******** cut myself because i'm a confused adolescent that wants to be emo so i can be accepted.
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- top_bad-gurl - 10/08/2008
- wow did u really go though something like that. thank you. you see i have a cutting problem i don't use a knife but i do use a thin blade, anyway thank you. you help to open my eyes.
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