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by Shinae Oct 31, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Take this knife, Run it through my vein. Dont push lighter at the fact, That youre causing me pain. Kiss me on the forehead, Run a razor across my throat. Write stupid empty promises, On a tear-stained note. Pass your pain onto me, Let me face your fears. Be the voice thats always screaming, So Im bleeding from my ears. Tell me I wasnt good enough, Thats what I want you to say. So the judges in my head, Are quiet for one day. Then tomorrow theyll return, With their comments and decisions. Thats when Ill take my scissors, And make some more incisions. That darkened night you killed you, You helped me die too. Although Im filled with hatred, Im still so proud of you.
by abby
Realy nice good work