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what she dose
she sits there in the dark
she wounders will this hell ever end
she looks so peppy n cheer full most of the time
then when she shows her true colors
her colors of dark n depression
people wounder why
dose she just want the attion
she is just selfish
but no when shes in the tub
she lays there
with the razor
she takes it and cuts her arm
she watches the blood
she knows she can change but shes afraid she likes the dark
the quite but nobody bothers to listen
she just lays there at night crying her self to sleep
she wispers help me but no one comes
wen she screams it they inorge it
she wounders will this hell ever end
she looks so peppy n cheer full most of the time
then when she shows her true colors
her colors of dark n depression
people wounder why
dose she just want the attion
she is just selfish
but no when shes in the tub
she lays there
with the razor
she takes it and cuts her arm
she watches the blood
she knows she can change but shes afraid she likes the dark
the quite but nobody bothers to listen
she just lays there at night crying her self to sleep
she wispers help me but no one comes
wen she screams it they inorge it
Published 3rd Feb 2012
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4th Feb 2012 6:14am
But when I lose my temper, I find it difficult to forgive myself. I feel I've failed. I can be calm in a crisis, in the face of death or things that hurt badly. I don't get hysterical, which may be masochistic of me. A cutter knows a cutter. We relieve on pain with another pain in which you feel not the blade, but the release of a deep thought. I so can relate to this. Hits home.
17th Feb 2012 5:36pm
