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EMO-ishnessCategory: Poem
Saturday, 28 April 2007
10:20:55 AM (GMT)
Why have MOST of the poeple I know,
Just randomly started hateing me?
They always tend to bash me,
During my weakest moments.

My weakness is like a cut that I have put upon my arm,
And those poeple who hate me so just
Tear at it 
And tear at it,
Just to see how deep they can dig their hatetred into me

But, if I hate myself,
dose that mean I'M one of those,
Who tear at my bloody cut?
And FEW care.

But what if I bleed to death?
What would those who hate me so do?
Would they celibrate my death?
Or would they cry,
because their punching bag died?

But till then,
My soul grows darker,
From the hate and tearing at it,
From other people,
...But mostly me

But till then,
I'm loseing blood,
Slowly my soul dies,
But there is on person who can save me,
One person,
Who can stop the bleeding,
And attempt to heal my bloody cut,
One person,
Who can save my dieing dark soul,
... But dose he even know I'm DIEING??


‹someweirdnews› says:   28 April 2007   565728  
I love it, I feel the same way!
EatMeOutside says :   29 April 2007   553638  
hehe thankoo and really?


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