PAIN PAPER AND BLOODIED INK
Thank you to all of you who have caused me pain
Caused me grief
You have given me the ability to cry
Without tears left to shead
The pain has been my paper
And the bloodied tears my ink
You have given me the gift of depression
And the pleasure of self-mutilation
I will not forget any of you in my dark days
Your names will be written in blood
Stained in this very book
Thank You
For condeming yourselves
To the same torture you have shown me
Through the years
So when the lights go out
You shall recieve my thanks
After you read the pain on the paper
Written in bloodied ink
You shall realize you made a mistake
Thank you for that satisfaction
From the depths of my darkened soul
And my broken heart
Thank You
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