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Wasted
Contributed by
AnastasiaN
on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 05:17:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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As I swallow these pills
my stomach churns in pain
I drink this liquid
to drown it again
As I smoke to my head
I hope the clouds clear
I feel the doors closing
and the voices of shame in my ears
The itch below my wrist
can only be scratched with a blade
An odd union of skin and metal
joined by pain, blood, then pain
Just build my coffin
and dig my grave
there's nothing left of me
that's worth being saved
Copyright ©
AnastasiaN
... [
2004-08-30 05:17:46]
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Re: Wasted
(User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 08:24:15 AM AEST
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i know these feelings... i've been here.
i hope you're not planning on doing this
PM me if you ever wanna talk. |
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Re: Wasted
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by clowns_can_burn on
Tuesday, 31st August 2004 @ 11:09:30 AM AEST
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| i agree with deathdrop, i do know these feelings. i am aways here, great write |
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