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Ask the lonely
Ask the lonely how it feels
to have terrible parents,
the kind that abuse and pop pills.
Ask the lonely how it feels
to slit their wrist,
and see their blood mingle with their tears.
Ask the lonely how it feels
to have their hearts broken,
then torn to shreds by the ones they loved.
Ask the lonely how it feels
to have been lied to their entire lives,
to not know who to believe,
or love.
Ask the lonely,
or better yet......just ask me
to have terrible parents,
the kind that abuse and pop pills.
Ask the lonely how it feels
to slit their wrist,
and see their blood mingle with their tears.
Ask the lonely how it feels
to have their hearts broken,
then torn to shreds by the ones they loved.
Ask the lonely how it feels
to have been lied to their entire lives,
to not know who to believe,
or love.
Ask the lonely,
or better yet......just ask me
Published 8th Apr 2011
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9th Apr 2011 9:21am
I think I'll ask the lonley maybe you can help me, Why do you think my mother kept trying to give me away like extra change? why do you think my mother never loved me but loved my other siblings? hey lonely why do you think I feel the desire to cut everytime I start to feel something?
Why do I enjoy the burn of my tears in the fresh cuts I make on my wrists?
Why do I enjoy the burn of my tears in the fresh cuts I make on my wrists?
9th Apr 2011 9:42am
Because.....your not alone.....i feel the same way,and the name's ben....not lonely
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- Edited 14th Oct 2019 3:45am
29th Apr 2012 10:35am
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