Taking the blade in my hand,
Nothing that I can stand.
Thinking about that blood cascading out,
I can’t feel anything now.
Can’t get out,
Please help me!
As I press the blade against my skin,
I think of my friends, my family, my only sin,
And what I would do without them.
Please help me,
Get me out of here,
I can’t stand it any longer.
My sobering becomes wild like the clouds in the sky,
As a big black tear falls from my eye.
I just like to see how much pain I can stand,
I say to myself.
I can’t do it,
I fall to the ground,
No one to pick me up,
Only the knife in one hand,
And my heart in the other.








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Everybody whispers where birds fall dead
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head
Wiping flecks of foam, twisting with rabies
Bloody, we run through these fields of dead daisies
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ARRRGHH! I be the lonely pirate, I want your booty, so prepare to be boarded
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If Opposites attract, we must be the same
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-People too often love things and use people...when we should be using things and loving people... You were born an original...Don't die a copy...
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ARRRGHH! I be the lonely pirate, I want your booty, so prepare to be boarded
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If Opposites attract, we must be the same
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Beth
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Beth
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-People too often love things and use people...when we should be using things and loving people... You were born an original...Don't die a copy...
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Call me a girl. Call me a basketcase. Call me disturbed. Call me an overreactor. Call me whatever you want. Just don't call me crazy. Don't call me fake. I'm the most sane, real person I know.
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-People too often love things and use people...when we should be using things and loving people... You were born an original...Don't die a copy...