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Second shelf

Contributed by LevyMetal on Thursday, 24th February 2005 @ 09:33:48 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Im making a mess of myself
Inside my own little world
Its been a hell of a ride
I must admit im sometimes fine
But i get tipsy and head for the drawer
Inside i keep my favorite things
A Slipknot ticket, a letter, some rings
Among the best a set of new razorblades
I open this cabinet and set free my rage
Deeper into my anger i pick out my veins
I stab, i slash and welcome all the pain
I sit in numbness and watch my blood run
I start my escapades in tantrums and finish them with a gun.




Copyright © LevyMetal ... [ 2005-02-24 21:33:48]
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Re: Second shelf (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 24th February 2005 @ 09:37:39 PM AEST
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So sad but very well said.
Nothing in life is worth killing yourself.
hang tuff and use your taLENT.
LUV, HUGGS, PRYAER,
EMY


Re: Second shelf (User Rating: 1 )
by apcfan on Thursday, 24th February 2005 @ 09:48:55 PM AEST
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I've been were you are. It's not fun. Hang in there life will get better, and cutting yourself would solve your problems. Trust me i know. I used to cut, but then I got some help. Mostly from my friends. Just remember that life is worth living


Re: Second shelf (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Thursday, 24th February 2005 @ 11:05:57 PM AEST
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woah.this is a brillant write and it really hit a nerve...i used to cut myself all the time and i still do when im feeling depressed and alone..i hate to admit it but its a haven.
but keep fight.ing...theres some hope out there.
take care




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