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Bathroom
written by piperneedshelp03:32 AM 4/23/05the dripping lies fall into puddles out of her mouth
they fall to the floor, all covered in filth
its hard to tell if she was attempting at tact
what does it matter though?
deep inside you know, whether true or not,
it wont make a difference what she says
you will take it truthfully and you wont listen
you will take a cut to the heart
and a blow to the stomach
with every word she says
so later that day, while alone in your room
it doesnt really matter what you do
sooner or later you know what will happen
you will end up crying
your eyes out, drying your eyes out.
and not an hour later you will end up in the worst room
the bathroom
you will take out your blade, knife, or glass
you would rather take a cut to the wrist
than tell someone whats wrong
those words will never pass your lips
whats really wrong, that is
slowly the blood leaks
but it makes you feel better
is that really worth it though?
yes
and is that all that matters?
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