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Kaytlin Jones May 2014
Goodbye, my love.
As I pick up the gun.
Goodbye, my love.
As I begin to cry.
Goodbye, my love.
I write the note.
Goodbye, my love.
"It's not your fault..."
Goodbye, my love.
One last tear.
Goodbye, my life.
BANG
And I pull the trigger.
I kind of just came up with this on the spot.
  May 2014 Kaytlin Jones
Erin
Cut
I know lots of girls who cut
and ask them how they do it,
for it's such a brave feat to undertake
but they say there's nothing to it.

They're not afraid of blood loss,
or ripping apart their skin,
to have this be your only escape
what predicament could they be in?

So simply think of a time when you were bad
and about the pain you deserve,
and with each precise, thin, clean cut
your guilt goes away, unheard.

And then when ****** gaps close up
and the healing's coming far,
then you'll have some company to keep
for it's now and your scars.
June 29, 2013 /itsjusterin
  May 2014 Kaytlin Jones
Kendra Hall
Cut
Those urges,
For the blood.
They make me go crazy.
It kills me.
I want to cut.
I want to bleed.
  May 2014 Kaytlin Jones
tiaamaariaa
Cut
Thoughts take over
Tears fall down my face
cut
cut
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"I'm doing it again, I don't know what to do..help me!"
"Just try to forget about what's bothering you!
cut
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"Its not that easy"
"Well stop what you're doing! It doesn't make things better"
"To me it does.."
cut
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"I find what you're doing nasty and pointless,just do something to get you're mind off of it. Talk to someone!"
(I'm trying to talk to you but you find what I'm doing nasty..thanks for the help)
cut
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"I stopped"
"Good,don't do it again"
I can't promise that..
-te
Just a conversation I had with someone earlier..
  May 2014 Kaytlin Jones
Lies Cut Short
Cut
I wanna carve your name
Into my wrist
And have you sew me back together
So you can see how much
You've hurt me
Idk. I'm just really sad and I need you
  May 2014 Kaytlin Jones
Frozensoul
I hate eating I honestly do.
It makes me fat, it's all the food.
It's my only friend, or enemy?
I eat it because it listens to me.
Is it that, or the fact that I eat my feelings out?
And now, I'm gaining weight. Pound by pound.
I disgust myself, and even my dad.
I'm such a failure, look I'm so fat.
My family repeating those words
"Are you eating again?"
Then I look at the food, and realize .
This is just the beginning.
I literally wrote this in 4 minutes.
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