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Walk in my shoes
written by suicide_penguin02:55 PM 4/17/05What is this thing people call blood?
Dripping dropping to my floor
Out my veins, and down my arms
Pain going lower, and my worries disapearing
People say Im crazy
But they dont know shit
Why dont they walk in my shoes?
Maybe just for a day?
Just see threw my eyes
All the pain and drama I go threw
Fights, and people making fun of you
Maybe at the end of that day
They'll be lying in a caket
With beautiful flowers all around
People mourning there loss
But just think if that was you
Would people come?
Or just ditch it
Like they did to you when you were alive?
I know were everyone would be if I was lying in that caket
At home having a regular day
Not caring about me at all
I guess this is the price I pay
For cutting my wrists
Its not like anyone liked me when I didnt
It just made me that much "weirder"
Why do I cut?
Beause its all I have
Control over
I can slice big
Or I can slice small
The scars are reminders of wut I didnt have
Of what I dont have
And of what I never can have
People think Im crazy
If I was crazy then I would of killed myslef by now |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Jimmy_Jam (4-17-2005 - 03:53 PM)
| dude i love this poem and it makes so much sense to me |
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