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[aid] => mick
[title] => It's NOT Cool To Cut Rebecca!!!!!
[time] => 2004-09-28 15:06:32
[hometext] => My friend cuts ‘coz thinks it’s cool. I don’t though! But know cares for my views? How cares for me? Some times people make fun of her for being ‘different’ Well, now she’s carved words into her wrists, and it hurts me… PLEAS READ THIS!
[bodytext] => She’s done it for attention and thinks it makes her look cool. I think she’s pathetic! I’d under stand if she really did hurt inside, but her doing this ISNT for that reason, well, that's my views anyway... 'Coz she cuts and then tells people about it saying LOOK AT ME! I’m a cutter, but I don’t get her at all! I don’t mean to sound bitter in this, but today hasn’t gone well so I’m letting it out… please coment... You tell me you cut, How do you think I’m gonna feel? You said you were mad last night. So you cut ‘coz you couldn’t heal. They call you a freak. For liking ‘Living Dead Dolls’ They say things to me, And it makes me so cold! They laugh at us, For not being like them! … But I’m used to their words, Where as it gets to your head. I didn’t realize it hurt you so bad! Since you push it aside in school. Why couldn’t you tell me it hurt so sad? Then we could sort it out once and for all. But no Rebecca, Go carve you skin! Then show people, until attention comes in. Why’d you it? You make me feel sick. Why self-harm, when you get no kick? It hurts me because I’ve made that mistake. Self-harm, ‘coz you think you’re brave. But wake up one day, and NO ONE can relate. Live inside your stains, And all those nasty names. And you’re stinging in painful hate. Then you’re labeled again. Because NO ONE can relate! … She’s carved in ‘LOSER’, And also ‘FREAK’ She thinks it’s cool. Her cuts aren’t even deep. But she’s got to the ‘school nurse’, Made a real big thing. I tried to talk to her, But she wouldn’t listen to me… So I fell back, Out of the way. And so OTHER people started, And scrod up my brain. They wouldn’t let me pass, And when I did, they called my name. I went out side feeling worthless, But put on my SMILING FACE. I’M SICK OF PEOPLE STARTING. AND OF REBECCA THINKING ITS COOL! I’m sick of feeling this way! I’m sick of going to school! I’m sick of living at home! And living with every LITTLE thing. Then going to school and getting abuse, And breaking from what it brings…! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 32 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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