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Leave this WorldI will slit my wrists
to watch the blood fall to the floor
to end my life for good
and nobody cry a single tear
I will leave this world
pretend that I never existed
This life dont need me no more
I am better off gone from this world
I will slit my wrists
to ease the pain
I can't take the crying
I can't take this pain
There is no hope in this world
There is no reason to live
I will leave this world for good
Maybe someday I will be reborn
MeltedThe frozen winter has melted
It's beauty washed away
I fer that it shall not return
That it shall disappear
I reveled in the snow
And rolled in frozen leaves
I lost myself in crystal skies
And diamond grass untouched
I left myself in melting snow
And drifted off to death
Goodbye(again.)There is a part of me that clings to you
the part of me where my heartbeats stack up in piles
and needs you
I need you, constantly
like air or blood or anything vital, as real as metaphors and piles of
stacked-up heartbeats, breaths taken and
exhaled; I need you.
I need you and sometimes it overwhelms me.
The part of me that's still afraid and still a little hurt,
or maybe a lot hurt.
You hurt me so much and I love you more than anything else
And I'm happy. I love you like my hands soaring through the air outside a car window
wind through my hair and grinning smiles across our faces
But every now and then something slices through my joy and sends me reeling
in fear and pain and I can't let you leave me again
I'm 85% sure you won't.
The other 15% of me sits in the corner and clings to you in desperation
so utterly fucking terrified that you'll break my heart again.
I fear sometimes that I'm still missing a piece, that some part of me
has chipped off and can only be painted ove
queen of nothing.what I've learned:
I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.
Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.
Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.
Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that
1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."
And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135 pounds was a little too big for five foot eight. So I tore my tights up to the thigh and threw those new suede heels in the garbage.
It felt good later, to know that they couldn't hate me more than I hate myself.
My six-word story from ninth grade reads, "If I don't laugh, I'll cry."
When I read that treating people like trash to gets them to nee
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