Hopelessly she shuts her eyes And bows her troubled head She weeps as something in her dies The tears she cries are red Her luck's been bad since her first day Regret trails in her wake Slowly makes her cursed way For someone else's sake But now she knows what she can do As she sighs in the dark If she would just be willing to Still her beating heart The cold metal is no relief The black no soothing sight But just to feel no pain or grief A wrong could just be right Icy chrome meets tearstained cheek A bitter do-or
Stupid Fucking Me These words need to be said. If I don't, my heart may burst from my chest
Sunday MorningI thought I'd finally reached a point - in this life, my wretched life - of maturity and contentment - HA! - in which my questionable happiness would not live and die - each day it seems - by a man's attention, or lack thereof:  
Devious Comments
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The best thing about life is knowing you put it together
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DEPRESSED people Instead of attempting suicide as a 'cry for help', simply shout 'Help!' thus saving money on paracetamol etc
<Join the Revolution> [link]
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*insert witty comment here*
*warning* im a newbie!
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If man could be crossed with a cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.-- Mark Twain
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The best thing about life is knowing you put it together
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