by Emily   Sep 2, 2007

Broken and distressed
Caught up in the mess
Trapped inside myself
No possible way to get out
No longer pretty
Down right witty
Look up at the sky
Watch it cry
As you dream of being dead
Cut your wrist
As your eyes fill red
Fall to the ground
Take your last breath
And smile, cause darling,
you've just been added to the dead list


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