Written on Saturday, April 30, 2005 7:48 PM
Arghhhh..I am feeling so so so so so bored!
Couldn't find the penknives
Seems to me,
My mammy threw em all away..
Cause them ole penknives were rusted all over.
But seriously, I think the rusty ones are so much better.
Sigh.
Maybe I will go down later.
To go find one.
And buy it...
duh.
Then I shall rid myself of the sorrow that I feel..
By slashing my wrist again and again.
Yeah....
That would be fun.
Uhuh.
Not in the mood to do anything else but cry now.
But I can't let those dumb idotic bitches noe..
Or they will comment even more.
Oh wells..
That way,I can go cut myself somemore.
Yea.
Sounds great.
This is a poem I dedicate to the bitches...
And how they made me feel...
Crying alone in the rain.
Trying to drown all my sorrows and pain.
All the wrist slashes..
And the memory flashes...
Trying to drown them all down the sink.
To wash them all away so I dun have to think.
You bitches think ur are so great
But u guys are so freakin fake!
I destest u horrid creatures.
Who think u guys have wonderful features.
I picked up that penknife to relieve me of hurt
To vent all my fustrations and utmost hatred
I cut and cut till I was crying so bad
But surprisingly I wasn't sad.
I didn't noe wad to do
Everyone treated me like a fool.
Crying alone in the rain.
Trying to drown all my sorrows and pain.
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