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Feb 2014
Psychotic, sickly, and weird.
Dont come near,
Cuz im a freak with these fears.
Take the blade to my skin,
Draw a portrait, sink in.
Watch the blood overturn,
These emotions are stirred.
Give me some medicine,
Its alll in my head again.
Even after putting up a front for you a thousand times.
You claw at my sadness,
And pick at my madness.
Numbing out the sorrow thats deep inside.
But everything fades,
Like the sun on a rainy day.
These pills arent enough,
Choking on nothing more than cigarette dust,
Waiting on that novitine rush,
All the while im feeling crushed.
Take a breath
Is all theyve got to say,
Well im breathing,
Still im not okay.
Suffocating,
And keep breathing,
All it takes is one single step i say,
End this madness, im all strung up,
Caught in a mess,
That i dont want to adress.
Fixating on all those things they say,
But whats wrong?
I made a left turn,
I do this to myself.
DontLoveMeImBroken
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DontLoveMeImBroken  WI
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   Emily and ---
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