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[aid] => mick
[title] => eVeRYoNe LeaVeS
[time] => 2004-07-20 20:17:16
[hometext] => Yep, Here's my cry for attention.
[bodytext] => You promised me forever And gave me two months I gave you my heart and soul And now you're breaking it to pieces. I live each day hoping Tomorrow will be a little better I hope each day for the reason That tomorrow wont ever come. These trembling hands memorize the cold metal These shakey legs tread carpet These tired eyes cry until the bleed This obliterated mind focuses on good byes. You promised me forever Like everyone else did You disappear before its began Like everyone else does. I'm breaking from the inside This cool demeanor losing control I'm hiding from the sunshine This obvious heartache taking it's toll. These trembling hands memorize the cold silver These shakey legs tread the kitchen tile These tired eyes cry the hatred out This razorblade slices through the already dead skin. You Promised me forever I gave you blood and tears You leave me hanging from the ceiling With my blood on my hands. I'm giving up and I'm fed up Because everyone leaves I'm taking this to heart Because no one ever really cared. These trembling hands memorize the dying flesh These shakey legs tread through air These tired eyes blind their last vision This rope initates good bye... Everyone leaves- While I bleed. This is my last CrY- This is my last GooD-ByE. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 36 [informant] => xslashxprettyxskinx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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