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by plastickitteh May 24, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This sullen part of me. Refuses to even look upon, The curses etched into my skin. Belonging to a dead time in life. Lines marking out an artificial death wish, By which no answers were found. A self conscious burden, Of the subhuman kind. Im a disgust, a disgrace. Who with moral & intelligence, Would bury a blade beneath their skin. No one. Im better then no one, now. This morbid, horrid reminder, To which eyes nor sunlight will see. Its sickening, inferior. its me.
by col
Omg.. amazing.