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Am I really a bad person?
Do I only hurt people?
Do I really not care for anything?
Liar. Hypocrite. Whore.
Really?
Do I do everything wrong?
Every damn little thing I ever try...
Just to be taken away.
To be proven wrong, to be looked down upon.
To be made fun of, to not say anything.
To be quite, to hold it in.
Am I really a bad person?
Do I only hurt people?
Do I really not care for anything?
Liar. Hypocrite. Whore.
Really?
Do I do everything wrong?
Every damn little thing I ever try...
Just to be taken away.
To be proven wrong, to be looked down upon.
To be made fun of, to not say anything.
To be quite, to hold it in.
Am I really a bad person?
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Please
Please, somebody notice i'm drowning in a ocean of my own emotion
Please, somebody notice the silence swallowing me up once more
Please, somebody notice, i hate myself with all my heart
Why won't anybody see that i am slowly dissolving away
It doesn't matter
I'm not worth saving
I am a failure through and through
I am so tired of hating myself
I am so tired of nobody seeing what is happening to me
My only friend is the razor that bites into my skin
Maybe next time i'll cut deeper
Maybe next time, i won't survive
So much blood everywhere
Paint the walls with it
Everybody look at my art
Isn't it beautiful
I need more paint, more
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I tried
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
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Tired.
I, am tired.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
Tired.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Live underwater
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Come true.
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