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[title] => Unwanted
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[bodytext] => Why doesn’t anyone want me? I ask to myself From feeling so alone I just stare at my shelf With my new best friend Laying there in the light Until I pick it up And make my skin reunite With the sharp blade Blood drips down to the floor I do it harder this time Until I cant take anymore I drop this friend To the ground It hits the tile hard But I don’t hear a sound Cause my world is spinning In all different places I see people in my head But I can’t see their faces Maybe they’re the reason Why I relieve my stress like this I hit the floor hard Cause I know that no one will miss Me when my life is at its end Cause I just cant take anymore of this life I just want it all to be over One of these times it will get so bad that ill take this knife And slit my throat And leave them a mess to clean up With a note Written in blood Saying that I knew I wouldn’t be fine The first time I cut myself When I seen my first crimson line On my wrist I knew it wouldn’t be okay I tried everything I could But this sadness wouldn’t go away So I thought about it more and more Until I found out what to do And that leads me to why ive written this note Im saying my goodbyes to all of you And I hope to see you soon Cause maybe then you’ll be nice to me Or may you all burn in hell Cause I knew you wouldn’t miss me I knew it, I could tell [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 13 [informant] => xxSuicidalChickxx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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