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everything is ruined
its getting worse
i'm digging my own grave
picking out the hearse
for my last ride
all i do is cause pain
i'm sorry i lied
but my thigh shows that i cried
the blood wouldn't stop
the cut was so deep
my thigh looks like it came from a chop shop
i know you don't care
i know this isnt your falt
but is blaming me fair
for telling you how i feel
i know you think i'm fake
but every word was real
they came straight from my heart
dont you think thats a start
i'm digging my own grave
picking out the hearse
for my last ride
all i do is cause pain
i'm sorry i lied
but my thigh shows that i cried
the blood wouldn't stop
the cut was so deep
my thigh looks like it came from a chop shop
i know you don't care
i know this isnt your falt
but is blaming me fair
for telling you how i feel
i know you think i'm fake
but every word was real
they came straight from my heart
dont you think thats a start
Published 18th Feb 2015
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21st Feb 2015 1:33am
Fault
Falling into self-harm can be a precarious plummet which even once stopped leaves a desire to persist.
The frustration which riddles this seems tangible
Though maybe I misread it?
If not then gratz
It's as if you've been driven to the brink of madness and within such a state you find that you words no longer bear weight to those you wish would understand or accept your honesty as just that.
Sometimes the more passionate we become
The more crazy we seem
And once deemed so it is hard to regain the trust
I wish you luck
Falling into self-harm can be a precarious plummet which even once stopped leaves a desire to persist.
The frustration which riddles this seems tangible
Though maybe I misread it?
If not then gratz
It's as if you've been driven to the brink of madness and within such a state you find that you words no longer bear weight to those you wish would understand or accept your honesty as just that.
Sometimes the more passionate we become
The more crazy we seem
And once deemed so it is hard to regain the trust
I wish you luck
25th Feb 2015 00:26am
