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The Game of Pain |
| Name: |
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emily |
| Date Posted: |
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Dec 4, 03 - 1:46 PM |
| Email: |
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scrstar17@aol.com |
| Message: |
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Two days until the big day,
And I'm still not ok
Hurting I tell them i am not,
I'm just wanting to be caught.
Discomfort has set in
And is now my only friend.
I'm awake but still sleeping,
Sadness is all my heart is keeping.
My first days are now my last,
And my life is a dream of the past.
Still I can't wake,
But maybe it is for the good of sake.
Twisted and buried under this tunnel of hate
When will it be set, when is the date?
Falling in and out of life,
I again try to clean this bloody knife.
Secrets are lost in time,
Here I go again, back in this never ending line.
I want it to end just so it can start,
So when will all this dark turn to light in my heart?
Pain becomes a game and a rush,
It brings a smile as I watch the blood gush.
My shelter crashes to the ground,
And I will never be found. |
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