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Cliche cutters
written by Genocide Reaper03:47 AM 3/29/05Cutting and crying for attention.
I wonder some times, if being a bitch is your motivation.
For living.
Who the fuck cares if you cut yourself?
Bragging like you've done something, no one else would.
Kill yourself, finish the job.
We don't give a fuck about you.
In all hopes, and prayers, I hope you are beaten by a malicious.
Mob.
Slitting your wrist is a children's cliche.
How about you slit your throat? And end us of your stupidty today.
I dream of seeing your necks severed, headless hypocrites.
We wish upon your death daily.
We pray you die in agony.
We know you fake your misery.
Pumping out the same old pseudo poems.
Cutters, suicidal morons.
It is us you bore.
Maybe you all are emotionally torn.
I can see it now, see you now.
Breaking every little vow, unto weakness you take your bow.
You wish you were never born.
In your absence of logic, it is us you've scorned.
Angering the compassionless storm.
Rumbling in the sky.
Raining hate down upon you as you sit in the corner and cry.
When I cut, its my for strength.
The pain is my friend.
But for you, it is just a trend.
I hope one day we'll meet in the end.
Then maybe upon that day, you can apologize, and realize how stupid you were.
Then prepare to make amends. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Cut_Wrist_Risk (3-29-2005 - 03:57 AM)
| Im confised do u cut too? Or did I misread? |
by Genocide Reaper (3-29-2005 - 04:01 AM)
| Yes, every once in a blue mean. I kneel before a fire and cut myself. But its for religious purpose. For the pain really. I'm not doing it because its considered. 'cool' Or because other people do it. |
by Genocide Reaper (3-29-2005 - 04:05 AM)
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