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in vain

Contributed by ml03 on Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 12:55:16 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



i cried
i screamed
i couldn't believe
the terror
the pain

their i lay
lookin up at you
blood drecnched
eyes ice cold
i couldn't take one more day
of being me

tried to cut away
every insecurity
but
more kept appearin'
i slashed
i cut
i bled
i did all for
the thought
of perfection
thought
i could
cut away everything
i didn't like

you cry
pick up the broken glass
it fell
out of my hand
and broke
when i fell faint
it was just alil vodka
ok
a whole bottle
but
i needed something
to chase all those pills

bet you're wonderin'
why
i did it all
mutilated my body
drank and pill'd myself to death
b/c i didn't love me
didn't feel beautiul
felt ugly
and i couldn't take it

skin and bones
still to fat
look in the mirror
i swear
i saw a gut
look
it looks like i'm pregnant
suck it
let it out
till i see just the thin me
i did
it b/c
i hated the reflection
in the mirror
i killed myself
in vain
for the vanity
of the world
moi
mankind

kiss kiss
i see you
still
don't cry
bye




Copyright © ml03 ... [ 2004-03-14 00:55:16]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: in vain (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 02:26:19 AM AEST
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Wow....this is really good....great job! So sad...but so good!


Re: in vain (User Rating: 1 )
by CuttersAngel on Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 11:04:33 AM AEST
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i already cut and sometimes pop pills.... this sounds like the way i would commit suicide... it's amazing how much i can relate. Great job.




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