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blood stained carpet

Contributed by lexxie on Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 09:41:57 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



i tightly lock the door
behind i'm thinking to myself
screaming at teh mirror
lying to myself
opend wounds
bleeding,deep scars
painting with my blood fingers on the walls
telling my story
telling another lie
break the mirror with my screams
stabbing my heart
i fall
watch me die
nothing i can do
another lie
telling myself i'm alright
living behind this door
smashed mirror
hurrying to pick up the pieces
bleeding heart
dieing slowly
wounds not healing
blood flowing down my arm
white carpet turning red
purple blood reaching the air
turning red
bluish green veins turning purple
screaming!!!!!!!!
listen to me!
these lies are sinking into me
i don't even know who i am anymore!
why can't i be the lie i pretend to be?
this lie bleeding out my wounds
i confess
i'm not who you think i am i'm all i can be
i'm not the perfect one you think i am
white carpet turning red
i fall and drown in my own lies
i fall and drown in my own blood
i fall and drown in the lies you beileved
the lies i beileved
the lies that killed me




Copyright © lexxie ... [ 2004-06-13 21:41:57]
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Re: blood stained carpet (User Rating: 1 )
by waos on Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 10:27:29 PM AEST
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that was good. sad...but good. and i feel like a lie often too, that no one sees the truth.


Re: blood stained carpet (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 09:21:25 AM AEST
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very emotional, great job

pixie xx




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