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04:51pm 08/06/2005
 
mood: not in a good mood at all!
the poems flow through me like water! wow!

cut me,
slit my wrist,
kill me,
now,
you know you want to,
really bad,
and so do i,
i want to die.
make me cry,
you already have.		  
     

(3 bleds | cut me)
 
   
04:40pm 08/06/2005
  I wish I could die sometimes,
Drown in a pool of my tears,
dont want to be sad,
but iam,
I wish I could die sometimes,
escape from this hell,		  
     

(2 bleds | cut me)
 
   
05:19pm 07/06/2005
 
mood: depressed
Iam really poetic today!

Death lingers down my tears,
the knife sharp, smiling at me,
waiting to cut me into shards,
just insert the tiny pieces of hate and tourture,
let me breathe again,
let me suffer through the pain,
the blood rushes through my veins,
I cringe, Im tied downm,
Suicide is the only way to live		  
     

(4 bleds | cut me)
 
   
04:43pm 07/06/2005
  Dying,
Death is black.
Crying,
Tears are red.
Sighing,
Sighs are blue.
Trying,
attempts are invisible and clear.
Wishing,
I had you back.
Wishing,
I was dead.
Missing,
you.
Missing,
you here.		  
     

(1 bled | cut me)
 
   
04:42pm 07/06/2005
  IT'S EMILY! THIS IS MY POEM JOURNAL!  
     

(1 bled | cut me)
 
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