*Slits*
I知 craving the feeling of the cold metal upon my wrists,
My head wants to explode my heart turns & twists.
I used to be a cutter I gave up a long time ago,
But the pain deep inside is really starting to show.
I知 afraid that people will ask me exactly what is wrong,
I知 tired of being sad, all I want is to be strong.
But people don稚 understand just why I知 always down,
Why instead of a smile I always wear a frown.
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babyboogt82886posted on 05/12/2008
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