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self pitty
Contributed by
grip-wth-broken-fingers
on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 02:49:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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wollow in my own self pitty bottle by bottle pill by pill a discrace to humanity didnt realise i was hurting people around me and making myself ill but i need something to make these memories blurred because of your lies and your infatuation with your own demise i,m here fighting the descision to take my own life
the blade is the only option i have to feel how i use to i take a scar and for a few seconds i feel normal just like you do and as i watch my blood run i feel empty again
these years have been wasted i ***** myself up now i have to snap out of this self pitty and face it i could blame you after all you put me through but i,m the one that could,nt cope with feeling numb so i took a liking to the bottle became my only friend but what i did,nt want to realise is it was,nt solving anything it was just bringing me closer tto the end
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