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I sit back missing you and the times I was kissing you.
I miss your beautiful eyes and all the saddening goodbyes.
The phone begins to ring and knowing that it's you makes my heart sing.
You can hate me, berate me but you can't escape me.
Your love was always there but I acted like I didn't care.
I miss the way you looked at me and all the good things that could see.
I miss your soft skin and the uplift from not giving in.
The phone begins to ring and just for you I give up everything.
You can hate me, berate me but you can't escape me.
You really seemed to be the one but right now we are done.
All the hate to me...
All the fate to me...
My painful eyes is what I use to see...
I miss your beautiful eyes and all the saddening goodbyes.
The phone begins to ring and knowing that it's you makes my heart sing.
You can hate me, berate me but you can't escape me.
Your love was always there but I acted like I didn't care.
I miss the way you looked at me and all the good things that could see.
I miss your soft skin and the uplift from not giving in.
The phone begins to ring and just for you I give up everything.
You can hate me, berate me but you can't escape me.
You really seemed to be the one but right now we are done.
All the hate to me...
All the fate to me...
My painful eyes is what I use to see...
Literature
Cut.
I see the crimson
river, flowing from
my veins.
My lifeblood, draining
out of my cursèd
body.
The pain is
nothing new.
There is too
much other pain
for me.
The knife slides
easily over my wrist,
slicing open the
fragile barrier.
They look on
horrified that I
could do this.
But they do not
understand
as I sigh with relief
and pleasure.
This pain, this
raw, bodily pain,
numbs the hurts inside.
When I feel the pain,
I can deal with the
world, again.
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The Cut
It is the first that i have made.
i wont be able to do it again, i know it
was wrong, but for a moment i wanted to
feel again.
The cut graced my arm and blood
seeped from within. i was sad once i
saw just what i had done.
It wasnt a knife, it wasnt a razorblade
that gave me the joy of feeling, it was
just a pair of scissors that i used to play
the complicated game.
The cut that no one can see, is more than
just upon my skin, its in my heart it seems,
and i cant close it up.
If ever i make a single cut again, it shall forever
be my last, because all my blood will bleed from
my body, i will die fast, and forever more never
Literature
cut
I drag the blade across my skin
Like many times before I dont even cringe
The blood runs down acting as tears
Closing my eyes shutting out all my fears
The blade is my new found friend
Going across my skin ageain and ageain
No one sees no one knows
I act as if im in a show
Inside I feel so numb
I just wish that my time would come
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I am in a lot of pain and old memories seem to consumme me. I used to have a happy life and now its nothing more than deception and depression.
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