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Sick In The Head
Contributed by
peaches11211
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Wednesday, 26th March 2008 @ 04:03:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
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I'm sick of the way that I feel; mistreated and out of place
I'm sick of giving my love and care, and then being hit in the face
I'm sick of crying every night until I slowly fall to sleep
I'm sick of having feelings of anger and locking them so up so deep
I'm sick of telling myself over and over that everything will be okay
I'm sick of wondering why I'm here for every night I lay
And think maybe I'm not quite well, that maybe I'm sick in the head
For not wanting to love my life, for wanting to be dead
Cutting my wrists and watching my blood flow to the icy bathroom floor
My life starts to end and my love dies as my body cools to the core
Piercing my hopeless heart with the hot bullet of a gun
Inside my blood will quickly pour until my final drop has run
Time stops and life is over, not knowing where my lifeless body will go
I no longer feel emptiness as Hell grasps ahold of my soul
My existance is shattered as I fall a thousand feet under
I realize that my life is gone, the rest is just a wonder.
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Re: Sick In The Head
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by Aysha on
Thursday, 27th March 2008 @ 02:18:38 PM AEST
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love it! its very deep
and good thing its not true i would be a little worried :)
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