Ne 1 there?

by forgetmenot   Aug 27, 2004


Take a razor,
cut it deep,
drops of blood before I sleep,

runs all down
my fat legs
the pain is
what my body begs

stupid fat
ugly too
no wonder i feel this
when I'm told I'm poo!

i have to
face it now
my life is never
gonna stop being low

i can't cope
take this any more
i wish i was dead
more and more

the only one
to save me from this fate
is Iris,
my number 1 mate

can she help me?
stop the flow,
of pain through my body
before i go

can she stop
the cuts so red
before i snap
before i'm dead

I need help
is any one there?
Please hear me
cos I need to share!

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