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Me.... Here is my life, for all you that dont know this profile is what will make you understand me so actually take the time and read starting now.... Her Escape By Unknown: She goes to bed, crying until she falls asleep She dreams dark dreams of her endless weep Sun shines through the window; she's dreading the wake Sun shows no mercy on the day it will make She drags herself up and crawls out of bed She seems alive, but feels so dead Unplugs the phone; locks the door Sits alone on the cold, hard floor Cloudy thoughts haunt her mind She begs for an end, an escape to find Thoughts getting stronger she can no longer bare She makes up her mind that no one will care She runs to the bathroom and grabs her pills One by one, her mouth she fills She looks in the mirror and says with a smile "Its almost over, just a little while" She lies on the floor, begins counting sheep This Day has its grip, but HER it can't keep Eyes getting heavy, she lets them close Her Misery inside no one knows Counting slowly, her sheep start to spin ...7...8...9...10. Hell is where I am, so dark, so cold, so lonely No one else is here, I am the one and only I sit here in the dark and think of my sad life I should have ended it all when I had the knife Why was I the chosen one- taken to this place? Maybe, 'cuz to people I mean nothing, I was born the world to disgrace I hurt inside real badly, no one cares to see my tears I have no happy feelings in me, I haven't for 15 years. Nothing makes me happy, that's not the way it goes I hide all my pain with a fake smile... I'll never let it show People will never see exactly who I am And even if they cared to try, they'd never understand So, for now, I'll sit here all alone, isolated from the world forever lifeless, depressed and full of tears... an unhappy little girl The blood red fountain has errupted. Calm through pain, my skin corrupted. Pen knifes-blunted, razors-red. It tires me out, insides are dead. I need the pain because i know It's better out than inside, dying slow, wasting my life right down the drain. If it's outside, my body can confront the pain. Give me attention, just one little smile. Take me in your arms and hold me a while. Give me passion, your heart and your love & I'll give you the moon and stars from heavens above. But till that serene moment, I'll just lie here, slowly going insane. With my razors, the self inflicted pain. And the scars will stay, a twisted memory Of the days when blood let my spirit run free. In the basement of death is where I lie, a sullen girl with a sullen cry. The unkept secret of stolen lies, opposing forces of what should be true. All these secrets were kept by you cries of shame, cries of hope drips of blood twisting my soul keeping me distant as a whole. Cold fingers, lips of blue all this happend because of you. In the basement of death is where I lie. A sullen girl, who wants to die. This is who I am...this is the way i express my self....!!! There’s scars that people see on me The scars cut upon my skin But the ones that hurt the most Are the scars that slice within. Love is like a knife Scaring all I fought to save Cutting you out of my heart And expecting me to be brave. Now your gone I can not cope Screams holler through my mind Never free to be just me These scars you left behind. slice the blade through my skin. All the madness must begin. I cut away all my fears. Out of my eyes bleed few tears. I think of him, and of you. I can't decide what to do. Hurt and pain is all I feel. All my scars will never heal. I cut so deep, reaching my heart. All the madness now must start. You went away; you didn't care. I reach out, but you're not there. Why scream out? Please don't cry for a screwed up life based on lies. Make another, cut it deep. Slowly now, blood does seep-- dripping, dripping, all around-- dripping, dripping, to the ground. Each drop of blood represents me-- all my pain, what's meant to be. Please don't cry; it's over now. It would have worked, I'm sure, somehow. So, Goodbye all. I love you friends, but all the madness now must end.

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