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by k i k i Feb 25, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Poison shoved down my throat, Unknown substance. Surely it's going to kill me. Eventually. Or if I'm lucky, Sooner than later. I close off all the lines, But still, it gets into my system. Choking back tears, As I cry for another chance. I told you of harm, You're trying to fix me. No need. Seriously. I'm only like this for one reason. She's standing forward of you. See her. That's you. Evil devil. I had to be different. I had to experiment. I couldn't let you ruin me, Without me starting off another foot. Poisons running north and south, They just seem to adjust inside. Liking what they see, Taking what's given first. Unlike you, they don't criticise me. They accept me. The body. The looks. The smile. The cuts. And everything in between.