Everthings messed up (dairy entry)

by Aubrey   Jun 28, 2013


June 28 2013

Entry two

Dear dairy -

Everything so messed up
nothings the same anymore
I try to fix it
but nothing seem to
So I keep the pain bottled up
Kept away tight
I don't let myself cry about it
No matter how much I want to
I lock the tears away to
Caz I may never stop once I started
I think about cuting my wrist
till I feel nothing
but the blood running down my arm
Till I find the release I need
Till everything gose black
And then I feel nothing at all
But the pleasure of being dead.

Xoxo Dead Girl

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  • 11 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    I never thought about dead as a pleasure? That makes me think and your poem is solid

  • 11 years ago

    by Aubrey

    Thanks

  • 11 years ago

    by ThebutterfliesMuse

    This is so very sad sweetie :(. I know how this feels deep inside of me I feel like this. Crying is a good release but cutting is not.

    Couple of spelling mistakes gose should be goes
    and caz should be cuz or because. 5

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