suicidalemokid
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I know I'm different, but I don't need to be judged because of it.
Tears run down my face, as my heart slowly breaks.
Blood pouring from open wounds, made by my own hands.
Blood pulsing through my veins, blue and green tunnels underneath my skin.
Heart pumping my black blood, across the room in a gross spray.
Bloody broken hearts float across my skin, while chaos happens inside me.
Tissue and muscle being eaten away by maggots, and bone dissolving away.
Holding a gun to my temple, I pull the trigger and blow my brains out.
I knew my life was a waste, so I ended it.
Life isn't meant for living, it's meant for destroying.
edited by suicidalemokid on 3/22/2011
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