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The Last Drop
Contributed by
TinkerHell
on
Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 07:44:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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I run with scissors
I play with glass
It never ends
yet you say it'll pass
I don't look both ways
before I cross
One of these days
It'll be your loss
When they tell me to stop
I keep on going
no looking back
the blood starts flowing
Where are you?
All these warnings...
don't they prove?
Must you wait till I committ my last do?
Your time is running out
this knife is digging deep
What is it that you doubt?
Is it mean you're trying to defeat?
Well there you go, you won
hope you won't regret it,
I hope you had your fun
As you watch the last drop of blood
may you mourn the one you loved
Copyright ©
TinkerHell
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2005-03-23 19:44:03]
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Re: The Last Drop
(User Rating: 1 )
by Alina on
Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 07:55:49 PM AEST
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Really...get over it. I used to be all suicidal, but if they don't care now the way you want
them to then it's not gonna happen. You can't
make people change their ways or how they feel about you. So move on and find someone in your life worth living for and
being with. Make yourself happy and don't worry about someone who doesn't worry
about you.There's no point to go around
moping or feeling sorry for yourself.Take care
of yourself and to hell with anyone who brings
you down.They're not worth hurting yourself
over them.Even if they are your parents.Trust me, I know how it feels.So just keep your
head held high.
ALINA |
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Re: The Last Drop
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by EVERxSOxSWEET on
Monday, 28th March 2005 @ 11:10:01 PM AEST
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| great poem, sometime parents can be so blind when it comes to their children, they brush things off like its nothing, assume everything is a phase, when really, we're all dying inside. Blind.. anyways, great poem. |
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