Get out of my head.
I wish you were dead.
You left me all alone.
Get off of that throne.
You have some many evil ways.
The hurt you leave goes on for days.
Stop yelling at me.
Its only pain I can see.
It's not love you feel.
Will I ever heal?
Stop laughing at me.
Why cant you just comfort me?
I hate you.
Why don't you love me too?
Dear self, you are my best friend,
Till the very end!
A contest entry
- Mental Illness by piccola.
1000 points, ended November 13, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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this shows the bizarre thinking that goes on...thanks for sharing this.
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