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on Monday, June 09 @ 16:48:15 UTC
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: needles, knives, pens and penknives
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on Monday, June 09 @ 16:48:15 UTC
lunatic16 writes:: " a little scratch here, a little tear in the skin there
you don't seem to notice
you don't seem to care
so i continue to do it
i continue to dig away
it helps all the anger
it suppresses the pain
needles i use to scratch the surface
deeper they get
this life
do i really deserve this?
knives i use, to cut little ridges
deeper they get
and soon i'll need stitches
pens are fun to use
when you rub them across a wood surface
burn a mark in your skin
go ahead
no one will notice
penknives, alas are quite dangerous you see
thats the time when the most i will bleed
i will continue until i am either dead or almost there
like i said, you don't seem to notice,
you don't seem to care
in a hospital is where i'll eventually end up
in a hospital, dying and my life i'll give up
one day i'll end up cutting an artery, you see
the deeper and deeper they go
represents this life that torments me so
and eventually you will have hurt me for the last time
so keep egging me on
use your words like a razor
and soon my soul, my life, my existence
will be gone
"
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Re: needles, knives, pens and penknives (Score: 1)
by moose (screamin_brittney@yahoo.com) on Sunday, June 15 @ 09:11:26 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) http://myspace.com/sxbrittney | I've been in mental hospitals 3 times. I actually felt safer there... But it was so lame because I had hidden a safety pin in a stuffed animal I had brought. I got rid of it eventually... i threw it down the drain. I had just made things worse and knew that the only way I was to figure out what the hell I was doing with my life was to clear my head of everything and ask myself what I really wanted to be doing...
You might also want to read this one book called IMPULSE by .... Ellen Hopkins? I believe is her name... and another book, if you like reading... SMACK - Melvin Burgess
:)
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