Murder My self....
by Erika Oct 26, 2008
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As I rake at my opened wounds, I think of you, and want to gouge out my eyes. Letting the blood pour down my face burning every pore it touches with its impurity. You make me want to murder myself slit my wrist and hang from a noose. |
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16 years ago
by SadieAnne
I Actually Liked It :)
It Doesnt Teach A Lesson ,
But It Just Tells A Little Bit Of A Story ,
Im Guessing Its About Expressing A Depressing Feeling Towards Someone Importent In The Persons Life ,
It Was Interestingg =)
Great Job !
