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This sadness i feel will be gone tomorrow.
I've become as dead as garbage, which is exactly what i am.
I hide my crying wrists
so i don't have to hear your meaningless pity.
I HATE YOU! I DON'T HATE YOU! I LOVE YOU!
I can't stand you...leave my life once more.
I scream, even in my dreams, i want to become happy.
I am nothing but a wrist with a dull knife...
may i borrow your whetstone?
I fall constantly hoping to die, but thats not the way,
So i stay on the ground to be used as an abrasive for your feelings, please I'm a doormat....use me.
Wash me for i am filthy, covered in your lies i can hardly move any more,
waiting to be renewed but your so damn lazy...I'm just garbage with an umbrella.
Let me be cleaned, as my petals fall from my flower of attempted suicide...
 Father Fluff · Tue Jun 05, 2007 @ 10:25pm · 0 Comments |
