cutting
Give me a knife
give me some glass
give me something sharp
so i can cut up my ass
its fun for me
like hide and seek
it gives me such a rush
as the crimson line starts flowing
i start knowing
what true happiness feels like
what pain feels like
id rather feel pain
than this emptiness inside
id rather feel anything
or i might as well just die.
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XneurotoxicXposted on 04/10/2008
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there's hope though, really, i know all the time it seems impossible to ever get out of those chains, but really, even though you don't care about yourself, or what you're doing to yourself, realize how much it hurts those around you, and how much you're scaring they're lives along with your's.