July 2 (Untitled)

by Lost but Smiling   Jul 2, 2005


*I need a title, I'm not sure what to call it...:'( *cries*

Slit my wrist, cut my throat
I don’t even care anymore.
I just want out of here.
I want out of this life,
There is nothing worth living for…
At least not anymore.
There is no love, only hate.
The masochist in me laughs as I watch the bruises begin.
Their ugly purple,
litter my body,
I hope to leave this life.
So I’ll slit my wrist, cut my throat,
I don’t even care anymore…

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lost but Smiling

    lol when was there a typo? I do go by Rae at times...*runs into a wall due to confusion*

  • 18 years ago

    by Sarah Ann

    **I'm sorry for the typo with your name 'Rach'...Damn what's wrong with me today? lol.

  • 18 years ago

    by Lost but Smiling

    lol thank you

  • 18 years ago

    by Lost but Smiling

    Thank you Sarah. if you want the URL it would be posted at www.livejournal.com/community/100poems *i live on Livejournal!* and thank you so much for your comment, that means alot coming from a talented author such as yourself.

  • 18 years ago

    by Sarah Ann

    Oops, I forgot. I think you should call it 'Sick of it all'...Something along those lines.

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