. suffocation/ humiliation
Sunday, Nov. 13, 2005 at 11:19 p.m.
Its the same old same old. Its the same shit different day. Its the old feelings returning. Its these fucking simple words. Because nothing else will come.
Its the shame and the slashing of the skin. Its the binge and purge. And if I had liquor it'd be that too. Its these tears that roll from my blood shot eyes. Its these crimson tears.
The screams that are coming from the inside. So silence no one hears. The falling back down to where I came from. Dark blank stares.
* Its whats killing me. *
.Y.O.U.
Obviously im not a fucking person. Apparantly im nothing. To no one. To you I dont even exist.
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