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Dear Ally..
Contributed by
carebear
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Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 11:59:02 AM in AEST
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Dear Ally
I sit in this white padded room,
Hundreds of thoughts running through my head, I don't understand my feelings I dont remember who I am,bandanges around my wrists blood startin to seep through I was put in this place to get better to find my self to once again to true,my heart slowly beats against my ribs I intake everybreath as though it could be my last.
Looking at this paper I write on my foolish thoughts to you I find My,feelings different I know I can count on you to understand I've been in this room for only 4 hours already I'm feeling depressed,I lose controle sometimes ally is that bad??I can't help it though it's like someone has taking over my body throwing me all over the floor screaming like a child.
I feel so embarrassed I just can't help my self for the way I act I feel as though I'm going to suddenly crack tear right down the middle with my heart on the bottom of somebody's shoe so they can watch me bleed and suffer, I look at the moon while I'm laying wide awake In my room the slient tears running down my face I see the Moon turn cold n hard with blood dripping of it as though nobody wants me to ever be happy.
Looking down at my light pale arm I see the millions and millions for cuts and scars many old from years before many others just weeks later I close my eyes I can't stand to know that I've hurt my self for stupid reasons? good reasons? why? for pitty? for attenion? however I don't regret it one bit I just take life one day at a time and walk in my daze,hidden away in my own circle of guilt I shy away at people questions or anwers they ask I don't care.
I'd rather starve to death then eat their nasty food been here tonight in this padded room aint so bad I can talk to you and been alone with my thoughts just how I like it,all these girl's here are here for different reasons I'm not bound to find out either I'd rather keep it how it is I'm so tired I feel weak all in my body as though I'm dying But its only the stuff they gave me to chill out ally if I Ever make it out of here one day I'll write a story about my days been put in the nut house..Thanks for listing! Good Night!!!
©CareBear
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carebear
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2004-01-08 11:59:02]
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Re: Dear Ally..
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by alecfernadez on
Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 12:13:00 PM AEST
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few spellin mistakes, but i'm not a grammer dick!, great poem, and very enjoyable
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