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Your Neck, My Wrist

Contributed by xDiSaStErPiEcEx on Monday, 17th April 2006 @ 07:36:41 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



I can’t do it, cause if I lost you,
Neither of us would exist.
That’s why when I want to cut,
I think of your neck as my wrist.
I could never cut you,
Deep down to you’re vein.
I would never want you to feel,
That numbing, mind-throbbing pain.
I love you so much,
More than words could ever express.
There’s no me without you,
I would be such a mess.
I don’t quite know how to say,
These things that I feel.
No one understands it.
Nothing can quite hold this seal.
Do you get what I’m saying?
Is this really love that I feel?
And if it is what I’m feeling,
Is any of it real?
I know that you love me,
I know that you care.
I know if I need someone,
You’ll always be there.
But do you really,
Need me like you say you do?
Without me would you really,
Not make it through?
I’m not questioning your love,
Because I love you so much.
Everything about you,
I love the feel of your touch.
The tickle in your smile,
The depth of your eyes.
So I am just letting you know,
Love N.E.V.E.R.D.I.E.S.

The End.




Copyright © xDiSaStErPiEcEx ... [ 2006-04-17 19:36:41]
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Re: Your Neck, My Wrist (User Rating: 1 )
by sensible_paper on Friday, 9th November 2007 @ 12:35:13 PM AEST
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wow everyone should think the way that you do and
we would have no problem of people commiting suicide
you are very smart because this is exactly how it feels. I have had a number of people in my life commit suicide and now i feel like an empty vessel of no emotion.




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