Sarah
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Post by Sarah on Sept 9, 2005 17:55:18 GMT -5
Shattered
Suicide crosses the mind several times in a day Always depressing and raping the soul Fighting back there is no chance Life isn't worth taking for granted Torture they call it A freedom, some say A glance in the mirror, Is this what I've become Distorted and ruined The image unclear Why do they hurt me Why do they haunt me Why do they push me Why are they fake They say that they love you No matter what title Mom, Daddy, Brother, Sister, Girlfriend, Boyfriend They all are the same You love right, then why. I take the blade, And slice twice... times three Again, and again until the pain goes away One more look into the mirror Shattered is me.
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Post by Ashra on Sept 14, 2005 22:06:01 GMT -5
This is really nice, hon.... So much pain.... Which I guess is good, since this is the Pain thread, huh?
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Post by Sarah on Sept 16, 2005 8:51:53 GMT -5
Thank you, I figured this would be the right place to put it. Again... I've got to get out of these things that have such back karma... lol
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