Say what you like but please shut up.
I don’t care for your shit.
I’ve enough on my own plate today
And I can’t fucking handle it.
I don’t have the thing I really want
More than anything else on earth
I don’t see any good no more
I don’t see what its all worth.
So don’t feed me lectures
Or tell me to stop with what I do.
I only cut my wrists a bit.
Besides what’s it to do with you?
You say that you care
Then please leave me be
For I am not hurting you.
I’m just bleeding me.
A contest entry
- Mental Illness by piccola.
1000 points, ended November 13, 2007, 16 entries
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filled with anger and sadness, nice job. thank you for sharing these feelings with us.
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