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Don't realize what I had done, what I'd Tried.
Tears mixed with blood, slowly falling to the ground
Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears I scribed:
"To those who don't care, those who can't see
Never give up always thrive to be free."
Didn't know how many people would later cry.
"Tried to be free, yet this isn't the way."
Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could,
Too weak to say sorry, otherwiseIn tears, I would.
In tears, looked at the blue sad day.
When you come and see this pool of blood and me,
This isn't the way my life was meant to be..
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I'm emotionally disturbing, writing things as best as I could. My writings aren't worth reading, the life I live not worth breathing. My vision turns as gray as human ashes. Not even gray can hid these slashes. These jokes are getting old, friends are getting cold, my body can't take this crap any more. Shooting up last hopes into my veins, a .45 calibur under her bed, rising to her head. I don't think I need to explain what happens next.
Blood dripping down the wall, this wasn't the way she planned it at all. The writings are dieing down with her soul, I guess the feelings came at too fast at a flow. She writes, "I'm sorry" as best as she could, before falling down to the pool of blood.
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She walks by them daily
But they don't see her
She talks to them
But they don't hear her
They see straight through her
As if she's cellophane
She burdens herself with their problems
Wanting to be loved by them,
Needing to be perfect for them
The only times they talk to her
They complain of her faults
Telling her she's worthless
She never knows why she's worth nothing
Her heart is being eroded
By their pain striking words,
She's cold and black inside
So to release the pain and darkness
She cuts herself with a knife
And envisions all her pain flowing out
Tears run down her face like a river
Feeling lost and lonely she screams
'Just kill me now; make the world a better place!'
Crying violently she collapses to the floor
'What did I do?' she asks over and over
'Why can't I make it better?'
Someone bangs on the door
'Shut up, loser!' they shout
She becomes rigid, she screwed up again
Help me she pleads with her mind
So her mind tells her to use the knife
Saying 'At least they'll be mad about the blood'
A new wave of tears come down
She knew that's all they'd care about
She took a deep breath, preparing herself
As fast as she could
She shoved the knife in her stomach
Over and over she stabbed herself
Feeling nothing she laid down to die
-JenniMurder.
 AssKetchum · Sun Feb 24, 2008 @ 04:35pm · 0 Comments |
