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my only escape from the fate that awaits me inner peace, you run so deep in my body and bones i rember you saying WAtch your friends burts into flames dance around you like raindrops on acid turn your head to look away today is going to be a disaster your my acid rag in this room of cold your so cold and you chase me till i just cant breath anymore you can try to break me but i get through you you try to push but your words meant nothing to me until you said watch the world burst into flames spin the hate through you it's empty and placid just turn your head to look away today is going to be a disaster the raindrops are plastered as your spinning me faster you burn out the laughter then stop. Something is eating my heart away i want to give it to you bury it deep down inside you so that you can feel like i do Something is hurting me inside it's breaking me away i want to bury it inside you deep down like i did the last time i saw you Please help me find a reason for the hate i have inside please help me find a reason why i always want to hurt you a crimson spider crawls so softly over my tiny stiched up soul and makes it so that i can't breath, just can't scream anymore |
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cigarette butts in the ashtray empty wineglass on our floor an empty bottle of chardonnee stockings left in our bedroom panties left on our floor empty apartment waiting for my knock on the door lovers asleep in our bedroom i am asleep in the park rembering all the times that you've broken my heart i found a lipstick stain on your collard shirt i knew that it wasn't mine now i have finished this bottle to the bottom now i am feeling just fine walking up to our apartment empty bottle in my hand angry lover in our bedroom trying to take a stand SMASH my fist through our window broken glass on our floor i know you are in our apartment why did you lock our door? why the fuck did you do it? why wasn't i good enough for you? i know that you've been cheating on me just tell the fucking truth walking from our apartment bloodstains on my hands bloodstains on our carpet broken bottle in my hand The Artist Painting little circles in the sand hoping this time it will work hoping this time he won't be left alone the artist sits and stares artistic eyes. but no one knows he's an artist nobody knows he's alive painting little circles in the water this time it will work this time it will be different won't feel alone the artist sits and stares as the world goes by. wishing he could be part of it nobody know's he's alive painting little circles in the blood this time it is different though no one understands yes this time it is different, blood on wrists and hands the artist sits and stares cloathing puddled red slits in his wrists and ankles but no one will know he's dead explain this mess please tell me i am wrong again that this is all my fault go ahead explain it all to me try and tell me it is all my fault am i to smart? to pretty? to confident? Is that why you feel the need to attack? To break apart my accomplishments and make your seem relevent, To try and convince me i am worthless? Do you feel thretend? Alone, scared, and tired? do you hate me? or do you just want to be me The gun is yours Shoot. Ask me anything, or are you to scared? Am i to confident to powerful to much like you So, go ahead, try it again, tell me that this is all my fault. Goodbye. all i have to say is that all i deserve is death all i can bear is death Tiny bubbles of life being popped till only one is left and it's the only thing connecting you to this life till of course in turn it pops Goodbye. because i deserve death because i do not deserve existence Goodbye. i am not alone not depressed not just another loser writing another suicide note No. i am none of these i am just sitting in a nice little puddle of my blood waiting for that last tiny bubble to pop. Email Me! |
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