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I Want ...

by Barbara
(Dos Palos, California USA)


I want to ignore the pain
But it suits me well
People will wonder what I gain
Just wait and you can tell

I want to commit suicide
Please put me out of my misery
All I can do is hide
Why do people do this to me?

I want to cut constantly
With a sharp blade
Against my skin smoothly
I felt my vision fade

I want to stop
But its hard to let go
It makes me fell in the bottom not the top
It makes me feel very very low

It feels like a drug
A strong addiction
Don't touch me! I don't want a hug!
Trust me ... it's not fiction




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I Want ...

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Pretty Pathetic
by: Leigh

I actually kinda liked this one ... it was pretty good. You need to pull yourself out of this funk you're in though!

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You must be cutting the wrong places
by: Paige

Try your wrist or your throat and maybe you'll get what you're looking for. It's gonna be messy but what the hell-you wont have to clean up the blood cuz you'll be HISTORY!!!

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Strange
by: Josh

This stuff is getting borderline sick. If you are really feeling this way, you need some help. No one is worth cutting yourself over. Life will do enough of that to you.

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Need Some Help?
by: Davo

A bullet is faster than a blade.

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