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Author: Michael's Divinity
Fiction Rated: M - English - General - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-09-06 - Updated: 12-09-06 - Complete - id:2287839

So Sick

I'm done with you, I'm done with me.

You think you've got it bad well fuck you!

your handle broke, your reality is fading.

Admire what you have, not what you want.

Once it's all gone you’re all you have left.

Every time you look back you wanna die.

You change yourself to make them happy.

When you look at a knife you want it in you.

When you look in the mirror you wanna puke.

You take so much medicine you’re not even you.

You try to do what's right but it's always wrong.

Your wrist is so scarred you can't even see your skin.

Everything is your fault, you’re always to blame.

You have to hide yourself or else they hate you.

That's what I go through every day.

Do you still think you're life is so bad?



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