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locked out of my house and home locked out of the lives of everyone else locked away from the contact of others locked away from where i can hurt them locked into a world of my own locked into a spiral of self destruction locked tight in a place where misery thrives locked thight in a place where i can't seem to die locked where i can never escape locked where the only comfort is my own blood, dripping, slowly, a vivid color in a world of gray, and my best friend, the knife, dripping silently with the color of my secret romance, waiting, waiting, for my next command. here, now, i've decided, now my friend comes closer, closer, glinting in the light of the flickering street lamp and the moon, now at my throat, it's a good feeling, painful still, all my worries, my fears, my miseries, are now dripping, steaming, slowly down my front, my head is so light, nothing matters anymore, i don't have to stand anymore pain, i'm drifting, i'm flying, i'm sailing, i'm falling, i'm sleeping. good-bye...
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
Locked
locked out of my house and home locked out of the lives of everyone else locked away from the contact of others locked away from where i can hurt them locked into a world of my own locked into a spiral of self destruction locked tight in a place where misery thrives locked thight in a place where i can't seem to die locked where i can never escape locked where the only comfort is my own blood, dripping, slowly, a vivid color in a world of gray, and my best friend, the knife, dripping silently with the color of my secret romance, waiting, waiting, for my next command. here, now, i've decided, now my friend comes closer, closer, glinting in the light of the flickering street lamp and the moon, now at my throat, it's a good feeling, painful still, all my worries, my fears, my miseries, are now dripping, steaming, slowly down my front, my head is so light, nothing matters anymore, i don't have to stand anymore pain, i'm drifting, i'm flying, i'm sailing, i'm falling, i'm sleeping. good-bye...
I was locked out of my house when I decded to write this, lol... I haven't really changed it since I got it down on paper... It was really quite random... o wo
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Canadian
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
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