Wretched.

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No more feelings.

Submitted: July 21, 2007

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Fucking scratch my eyes out,

Tear apart my skin,

Rip out my heart and throw it in the bin.

 

Bleed dry my filthy veins and watch the blood pour black,

I am nothing.

I am alone.

 

You are worthless,

You are pathetic,

You are proud, but you’re not strong.

 

Can you fucking hurt me, the way I feel you did?

Can you look me in the face and tell me what you said was true?

 

Pick the scabs off and feel the blood stain cold,

 

Do you feel it?

 

Because I fucking don’t.

 


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