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my smile fades, my light inside fades, , my pain grows stronger and i can't hide.
i fall to the ground, coil into a ball, sobbing with black tears falling from my eys.
my demons dance around me with evil chuckles and sins the touture me angain and again.
i pled, let me be but they wish to anger me and let the pain get worse.
a small glint of light falls into the corner of the room, a ting noise as it hits the ground.
i crawl toward the object and infront of me is a mirror, i look into it and it cracks and a voice says, your flaws shatered the glass.
i pick up the shiney object, a small razorblade, rusting ad blunt just what i need, i slice across my wrist and watch the blood spill from the wond, i giggle with delight and insanity as me demond wreak havoc once again.
a small voice in my head says slice your neck, do it , go on it wornt hurt a bit.
so i focas n the mirror, razor blade in hand draging across my skin and falling to the ground.
my blood begins to pool as i let out a cry once again a tear falls from my eye.
- by bleeding-xx |
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- | Submitted on 11/01/2009 |
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- Title: insane or a cry for help
- Artist: bleeding-xx
- Description: basicly its what i saw one day, i didn't like the person staring back so i turned away but here is what i really wanted to do
- Date: 11/01/2009
- Tags: pain shiney
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- SRGNTPURPLEPUSSY - 11/08/2009
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Wow. Deep. But none the less, Not anything thats important.
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