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[aid] => Mick
[title] => EPITHIMY
[time] => 2003-04-01 04:24:33
[hometext] => I AM NOT SUICIDAL. JUST INTENSLY THOUGHT
[bodytext] => i slice the layers of my eperdermis to drain out the saddness and the pain.next i may gash my torso and let the raut set in
she doesn't love me. i see clearly now that she doesn't truely love me. it kills me inside to think that a person can say they love and not mean it. what have i done in my past life to make my present a living hell. nobody cares about my feelings. they are too busy trying to prove me out as the bad guy. the 1st time i need a shoulder to cry on, she's not there.. no longer will i try so hard. i will be as bitter and a salt stick. all this comotion emotions runs deep as oceans exploding. i hate you. you never let be happy. why can't you just let me be happy for one whole day. you don't stop till you've brought me down. my honesty to you are just lies so why should i even speak. from now on i'll just shut up and let the saddness harden me. i am the curse of the wolrd. every one sees it but me. my heart breaks inside from frustration and she says it's just fake tears.love is working in one direction for me. i give and give and only get back saddness. i'd rather die than be from the one i love. call me stupid or say it must not be as bad as i make it but think on this. i no longer have character. i wanna take back my life. she doesn't love me so why should i care about anything else. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 337 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bluebxer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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