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You Can't Help
You can't help me.
You can only stand by
as I slice my wrists.
No amount
of kissing
or touching
or fucking
can help me.
How can you love
someone so screwed up?
How do you think you can understand
what goes through my head?
I love you
Jeremy,
but if you love me
you won't
keep me here
suffering.
You can only stand by
as I slice my wrists.
No amount
of kissing
or touching
or fucking
can help me.
How can you love
someone so screwed up?
How do you think you can understand
what goes through my head?
I love you
Jeremy,
but if you love me
you won't
keep me here
suffering.
Published 1st May 2011
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