(14) The percentage of my sorrow

by ♥ღ alwayz... forgotten ღ♥   May 3, 2006


Everyday i deal with myself
i hate to be with me
i hate my horrible life
and everything i see

i cut almost every night
and pray it'll get better 2morrow
i starve myself.. it takes away some pain
and a percentage of my sorrow

but as i go to school
the very next day
i gain back the percentage
my consequences... i have to pay

after the night mares through
i run all the way home
just to get to my razor
and to be alone

pressing down hard
it actually feels good
to see some percentage or my sorrow
drain out of my childhood

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