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Mar 07, 2005 16:39

Don’t laugh at me
don’t feel the way I try to be
corner me. And make me something
makes me anything, but nothing…
show me how to stand
give me an idea to expand

Do I get a say in this”
do I understand anything
am I curved in the bull shit

don’t laugh at me, it’s not my fault
I practice tell I can get it good
someday suicide will taste like it should.

I see nothing but lies
I see nothing but your failed attempts
your every thing but dying in current
days… your nothing but a phase

your everything I lie for
you’re my soul, you make me whole

I don’t feel any different then before
you made me who I am
you made me who I try to be
I get off because I’m scared
scarred in dismay, this is everything I
have to say

Don’t laugh at me, don’t chuckle or grin
you’re my anorexia
you’re my bulimic
you’re the blade that slices the pain away
you’re my everything…
the reason why I stay

You are my suicide
you are my smile
you are nothing, you should die awhile…
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