I Hate Myself

by Leah   Apr 21, 2005


Ears that hear the slightest sound,
eyes so dark,
life that drowned.

Look at all these cuts I have,
gasping, at this girl thats me,
I must feel free to laugh.

Looking at this, dark burnt hair,
body fluid a girl can't repair.

Birdies chirping, sweetly sound,
my ugly corpse beneath the ground.

A gun shot flying across the sky,
raining God please send me, a tear supply.

Look at my ominous stitched clothes, a cloud of blood,
in a state of repose.

Look at these bitten nails,
this brain of mine,
must be in fail.

earings of the morbid life,
dreams of becoming Chucky's wife.

Tears forgotten in such day,
my heart is beating fast astray.

Stitched on legs,
stitched on arms,
a spine that gets too much harm.

Little tiny buzzing bee,
sting me,
sting me,
please sting me.

A nose thats much too small to breathe,
a remote thats broken, such a blank t.v.

I hate myself,
I always will,
blood splats with this electric drill...

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Not sure about the ending.. is it good? plz rate and comment!

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