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Today Is the Greatest
Contributed by
assassinatorgirl
on
Monday, 8th May 2006 @ 09:44:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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I woke up thinking "life's not so bad,"
(That's so hilariously wrong it's sad.)
I scratched off my wrists and opened some scars,
Like a package of happiness, love, and stars.
Shoot, there's my boss, I've got to hide,
my wrist under desks, me faking im alive.
I want to always be at work and not come home,
The only reason I do is so my lover's not alone.
Without him there'd be nothing to live for,
Cuz here I am pounding and banging on Death's door.
Pleading and begging but he will not answer,
Where do I get comfort to rid of this cancer?
Copyright ©
assassinatorgirl
... [
2006-05-08 21:44:47] (Date/Time posted on
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