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No more cuts No more liesby BeautifullyBroken88 18 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 11 3:46 PM 2008. In Personal, Hope, Life, Thoughts
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3 Months!!! 3 Fucking months since I last cut!!!by BeautifullyBroken88 14 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 14 8:14 AM 2007
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What a fucking loser! How could I be so stupid?!by BeautifullyBroken88 37 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 14 8:03 AM 2007
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Food.... It disgusts me!
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Why... / I ask myself this everyday! / Hundreds of questions bombard my head / Yet all I can say to them is / Why?? / Why do I cut? / Why do I push You away? / Why do I love you so much I'm hurting you?by BeautifullyBroken88 23 lines, 6 comments, on Jul 18 4:41 PM 2007. In personal
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Lost....thats all i ever feel / Insecure....when you turn to look at me / Isolated....within these 4 walls / Abandoned....by my parents / Unloved....by everyone! / Unsure....of everything!by BeautifullyBroken88 24 lines, 11 comments, on Jul 11 3:51 PM 2007
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Thats right / Fuck the lot of them! / I don't need them! / They're the ones driving me to fucking suicide! / Why should I give them the satisfaction of bringing me down!? / Maybe I'll finally find the courage
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Everyday's the same / Wake up, wash, breakfast, dressed, and off to work... / There's no excitement in my life... / At least not until my first encounter! / Before coming close to it, / I was as boring as they
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I can't take you not being here! / it tears my heart in two... / all I wana do is cut a line or few! / yes this would solve alot! / But, I resist the urge / the urge to inflict physical pain on myself / I kno
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How can I give up this addiction? / How can I get rid of this crimson glow on my arm? / How can any of this happen when all you do is judge me by it?! / Yes, I was willing to stop my addiction... / Well at least try!by BeautifullyBroken88 29 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 1 10:53 AM 2007. In personal, cutting, suicide, teenage thoughts
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I used to look at myself in the mirror / and be ashamed! / Ashamed to see all those dark red stains / permanent memories carved into my arm. / I was only ashamed because I cared what you thought... / I've come to reby BeautifullyBroken88 24 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 30 1:40 PM 2007
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Why the FUCK live? / Why the FUCK care? / Why the FUCK should I bother anymore? / I really dont see a [[point]] in living anymore? / > / With everyone hating on me? / {Blaming} me?! / ||Accusiby BeautifullyBroken88 55 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 28 3:45 PM 2007. In personal, suicide, cutting, death, teenage thoughts, sad, angst, depressed
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[[Watching]] / W / a / i / t / i / n / g / Hoping he'll come save me soon.... / {{Mr Right}} is what they call him / You're "true love" isby BeautifullyBroken88 27 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 23 6:05 PM 2007. In personal, cutting, teenage thoughts, sad, angst, anger, depression
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[U.N.P.R.E.T.T.Y] / She paints a pretty picture, but there's a twist / The paintbrush is her [RAZOR] and the canvas her [WRIST] / She loves watching the paintbrush swipe its way along her canvas... / Nearlyby BeautifullyBroken88 21 lines, 13 comments, on Jun 22 11:17 AM 2007
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by BeautifullyBroken88 29 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 21 7:08 AM 2007. In cutting, pain, personal, adult, teenage thoughts, emo
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Cutting into my DEEP, crimson flesh / -- -- / It roams the mind with it's beauty- / ||It's pretty crimson glow!|| / ---As it graduallyby BeautifullyBroken88 31 lines, 8 comments, on Jun 20 4:09 AM 2007. In personal, death, cutting, suicide, depression, teenage thoughts
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I hate this life that I live, Crimson tears fall, but death never comes. / The razor cuts, but never deep enough. / I never cry. / I hold the rag to my shaking hand. I wipe away the blood. It stings so I close my eby BeautifullyBroken88 14 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 18 4:20 PM 2007
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♥As I watch it seep deeper♥ / ♥I grin at my own pain♥ / ♥A large spread of crimson blood♥ / ♥From this beautiful, deep cut.♥ / ♥I looked and stared♥
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All I wanted to do was die / Couldn't seem to find the courage / Instead, I thought I'd try something a little different / I had friends who did this / Couldn't of been that bad / I mean they were still here / Sti
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Crimson red is all I wanted to see, / But didn't want all this pain and misery. / Red blood running down my arm, / Whilst realising, it's all a form of Self-Harm. / I lay there in despair, / Did I actually
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I've had enough of this life. / Why be here? Why care? / Doesn't seem like anyone else does. / He makes me feel like a nobody / He makes me feel low, / Sorta unloved. / So i turn to the blade / This way i kno i'
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With this blade I hold the cure to getting older / I create a beautiful crimson flow from my arm / Red, pretty, undescribable / The blood makes me speechless / As i watch and admire it's beauty / With a sense of relby BeautifullyBroken88 7 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 8 5:30 PM 2007
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Don't you just love the satisfaction of watching the crimson red flow? / Seeing it run from that oh so deep gash. / Feeling a sense of relief and anguish. / Wanting it more and more. / More of the crimson red to see.by BeautifullyBroken88 12 lines, 2 comments, on May 29 5:18 PM 2007
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Everyone has a best friend, / Mine is my razor. / It's always there for me / In my time of need. / Shining and gleaming at me willingly, / So i take it in my hand. / Grasp it tightly. / Pu it to my arm, / Watcby BeautifullyBroken88 18 lines, 5 comments, on May 29 5:11 PM 2007
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You had me good. / i began to hate everyone else, / i began to feel so dark, / i began cutting myself. / i let the razor take over / for i didn't have another decision / or so i didn't let my mind think, / addicby BeautifullyBroken88 15 lines, 1 comment, on May 26 1:35 PM 2007
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If I'm dead and in the grave, will you still love me? / If I look up, will I see the flowers you left above me? / When the worms begin to feed again, it feels like when you loved me. / When decay becomes my closet frienby BeautifullyBroken88 16 lines, 4 comments, on May 24 5:34 PM 2007
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Why does it have to be me / To go though this / Why does it have to be me / Who can never show it / I'm crying cant you see / Don't you care about me? / I lock myself in the bathroom / I won't let anybody in
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I hold the knife steady, / Wanting it more. / I thought I was ready, / To face what is outside the door. / Now I am back to my old hurtful ways, / Trying to get rid of all this pain. / I never tried to be like run
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Wrap your hands around my neck, / And whisper in my ear, / Sedate my senses, numb my mind, / Say hello to my goodbye, / I'm leaving, and I don't know when i'm coming back. / I want to meet the man who wrote the sky
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I cut again last night / For the first time in ages / It felt so right... / The pure crimson blood beginning to flow / Running and trickling down my arm / Why do i do it? / Why do i create these beautiful scars?
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