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I’m a mass of dead flesh, so I can’t rest!
Contributed by
deathdrop
on
Saturday, 18th September 2004 @ 03:54:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I am hurting so bad today.
I cant kid my-self,
Itll all be OK,
Coz this worlds still playing games!
I fell out with sue,
Shouted the house down.
Ran up to my room,
And slit until a crimson puddle grew
I wanted to die,
But my tool was too blunt.
So instead I just cried.
Until I coughed out lumps
Today was ok.
Went to town with Cat.
And when I had to come home,
I didnt want to go back.
To have to take so more slack,
To turn me black.
No thanks!
But still I had to do that
I got in the door,
Feeling numb.
No words express it.
I was just all blunt,
Numbed up
Down in the dumps.
Dont ask me why.
I dont need reasons some times
I just break inside.
Even if it goes well in my life
I broke
And swore at her.
She called me mouthy.
I felt like dirt.
I screamed.
I was so hurt.
So ran up to my room,
And had my self-harm, out burst
What is there, that Im worth?
Why was I placed upon this earth?
Why was my tool too blunt?
It really bled,
And I really hurt,
But yet no needs were met.
So I guess,
Im as dead as Ill get
Because Im so damaged inside my head.
That I cant heal,
Coz Im already dead
So my arms are nothing,
But a crimson mass of torn flesh.
But nothing that serious.
To help me leave this mess
Im just a nothing,
But an IT crying on her bed.
Coz theres fearful voices,
Trapped inside her head!
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deathdrop
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2004-09-18 15:54:46]
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Re: I’m a mass of dead flesh, so I can’t rest!
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by a_bear on
Saturday, 18th September 2004 @ 04:35:43 PM AEST
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| been exactly there..well my tool was sharp enough but they brke the door down before i could bleed out.. then i cried till I retched..didn't want to go home either but had no choice...feels miserable I know...your words capture it well..very well...wish it wasn't like that for you though because I know how it feels and I don't want anyone to feel like that... |
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