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Done
written by hiddensoul10:55 PM 4/9/05Wanna know what I think.
You dont have the balls to do it.
You talk about cutting and slicing your wrist,
but you never go through with it.
I think its a cry for attention.
The whole death poem and sulking way is just out of agrivation.
I haven't given up trying to get through,
I just dont know what to do with you.
I dont have the time to sit around reading your depressing,weak ass rymes.
This is just bullshit
And you wonder why all your guys left you.
Sometimes I just sit and think what would hppen if you went through with it.
But I know in the end you cant bring yourself to do that stupid shit.
You "cut" yourself on the leg.
Whats the point of that?
I told you you cant do it,
I get deeper scratches from my cat.
Your lame and weak.
You talk shit all the time and dont let your soul speak.
So others speak for it and you lose your mind.
I'm loosing mine.
Im done with you.
I'm done with this shit. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
People are like this.I've been trying to help this person for three years.And im done with her.Im still her friend but like i said i've given up with this cry for attention.So now it just rolls off my back and I forget it.
I still love you though psyco kitty. ::kisses::
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| » Comments / Feedback | by xAlone_foreveRx (4-9-2005 - 10:57 PM)
| damn! its great and the same thing happened to me....all i did was cut myself and she tried to helped me but i was so closed she just gave up |
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