These cuts.
Tell one hell of a story.
A sad one.
With deaths.
And tragedies.
I wanna hear a happy story.
With a happy ending.
Or is that asking.
Way too much.
Me?
Happy?
Nah...
But maybe...
NO...
Forget it.
Who wants a happy story.
With a happy ending,
When you got.
A razor.
A wrist.
Tears.
Blood.
Dreams...
Just waiting to be crushed.
Author notes
CANT HELP THE PUNCTUATION.....
I CANT HELP THE PERIODS AFTER THE SENTENCE...JUST HOW I WRITE.
Comments
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"A razor.
A wrist.
Tears.
Blood.
Dreams...
Just waiting to be crushed." nothing good ever comes from these things....
loved it tho, btw need to talk just mssg me!
love ya- christina -
It's painful reading this, just knowing I understand.
This reminds me of so many things...
- one hell of a story. -
The thing about dreams is that they never really die. Inside, secretly you still call out for them, and you still wish them (even if you deny it) But never are they crushed - they're simply tossed away.
This is just what I wanted to read today.
I'm not in a very happy podo-ish mood anymore.
Yeah..it sucks...yay
(if you read the last poem i wrote, you'll know what i mean)
Great write, hun.
's from your AP momma'
podo ~
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Um..sounds like me
i like it
its different and good
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whats more painfull than reading this is knowing that someone hurts enough to do this to themselves, very stark, very well written and very enotional






