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Sometimes I think that I can see right through myself, right through to the nothing that I really am...
Sometimes, I'm afraid that they'll figure it out, the fact that every day I wonder what it'd be like to die...
To lie there limp in the bathtub, my bloody wrists trailing blood along the smooth white tile, as the blood congeals...
To lie there convulsing, foaming at the lips as the little white pills sabatoge my intestines...
Sometimes I just want to give up, but something inside of myself won't let me, and so I sit back screaming inside as everyday I smile for you...
Turtle Sensei · Mon Aug 14, 2006 @ 06:02am · 1 Comments |