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My suicidalness is showing.
They can finally see
the cuts on my wrists
it just isn't their cup of tea.
No one seems to notice
as I trudge through the halls
that I don't want their pity
I don't want it at all.
How they all stare
how they all scoff
how they all whisper
Of that I've had enough
Let them all talk for all I care
they can run into walls
because all I want now
is a way to fall.
A way to fall into that pit
the black, ugly pit
of misery depression
and blood.
The bittersweet
metallic smell
that sends me into
a wonderful hell
so that I may confront my demons
with mind and with fist
then go back to school
hiding my wrists.
 DarkMistressOfTheLight · Thu May 31, 2007 @ 02:16am · 0 Comments |
