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Count the [PILLS] out on the floor
YeLlOw ReD oRaNgE wHiTe
M a k e t h i s *nightmare* e n d… [tonight]

Picking up the razor,
put it to my skin,
watch as my world,
comes crashing in.

please read and comment on my poems, it means a lot to me.

Forget about people in the past, theres a reason they are not in your future.

If i chose to draw a perfect picture,
with a perfect twist
I'd draw it with a razorblade,
I'd draw it on my wrist
And as i drew this picture,
a crimson fountain would appear
As this fountain comes to life,
My problems dissapear.

M.i.l.l.i.o.n.s of ((tears)) are shed but its the ones that are h.e.l.d.b.a.c.k that ((hurt)) the most

As another day goes by
i go to bed and hope to die

If I was a [[m . i . s . t . a . k . e]]
I hope I was your -(favorite-)

My eyes are sore from crying, my throat is sore from screaming, my hands are sore from punching and my wrists are sore from bleeding.

Just because I put walls up...doesn't mean I don't want you to break them down...

These cuts mean thousands more than what I can say in words...