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[sid] => 63444
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => To Mr. Pitts.
[time] => 2004-09-12 07:45:19
[hometext] => It’s a note to my science teacher, not that I’ll give it to him. I DON’T WANT TO BE JUDGED THANKS! But I thought I’d put it up on here, it deserves a place… please read and comment.
[bodytext] => Hey! by the way, I just thought you should know. That day I was late to your lesson, Locker, was I? Hell! No… I was in the loos, Slitting scars through my wrists. ‘Coz I felt like I was gonna blow, And cutting helps give me back bliss. I was cutting sir, Yeah that’s right! Making my-self bleed! Ripping out lumps, making holes, Just so I would bleed… … And I HAD wanted to tell you, That’s why I said I’d see you at the end. But in the end, I couldn’t tell you! So you got annoyed in your head. Making out that I was STEALING your time. So I turned round angry, saying “yeah, what-ever, fine…” Maybe if Said I’d cut, You wouldn’t have given me such a hard time. Acting like I’m bad! Like being 5 MINUTES late, is a crime! So I said, I wasn’t at my locker, So you asked if I was with a member of staff. I said that I wasn’t, So you said that I should have been in class…! I really wanted to tell you, But I knew that you’d only judge. … And then want to see my arms, And then notice all that dried blood. I REALLY wanted to tell you, Just so you couldn’t think that I’m bad. ‘Coz I had a genuine reason, I slit my wrist ‘coz I was sad… I was late for lesson, ‘Coz I was holding the blood in with my hand. I do my best, But I only do what I can. And I broke on that day, BUT NOT THAT YOU’D UNDER STAND…! I wonder what you’d have said, If I’d said, That I’m LIVING-DEAD… It’s only what I am, I am LIVING DEAD…! I have cuts, scars, scratches. And I’m blunt inside my head! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 13 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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