I stand up tall Look in the mirror, Not knowing my condition Is very severe.
My ribs show and are easily seen, Its just a stage I'm but eighteen.
Slits and cuts along my arms, My own Decorations from my self-harm.
Nobody can see them I hide them in sleeves, Nobody can know About my sudden grief.
The blade I use Is safely hidden "Im not suicidal, You must be mistaken."
Ill feed everyone lies Never telling the truth, So nobody will know about my troubled youth.
I don't need another parent or another therapist The boy that needs help He doesn't exist.
Don't tell me that, I have so much to live for Its my decision only It is not yours
If I decide to die then don't disagree. Let me slit my wrist and end this misery
Two quick cuts forty seconds of pain As I sit and watch all my *lo** drain.
Crazypickney said
13:48 04/22 2008
*sighs* u were mistaken though, i'm gothic, not emo. But u got some things right about my old side of life
skendon said
13:53 04/22 2008
theres a diff tween goth and emo?
Crazypickney said
13:58 04/22 2008
lol, yea sken, emos are emotional and cut themselves, mostly wallowing in self-pity or feelings of being unloved etc, some goths do it too, but they are not centered it.
skendon said
13:59 04/22 2008
instead they take it out on goats and chickens?lol
Crazypickney said
14:01 04/22 2008
lol, gwhey! some take it out on those things, others just go around hating the world and not giving anyone a chance at their love, and just go around breaking hearts because they have been hurt before and feels everyone should pay (thats just one part though)
skendon said
14:25 04/22 2008
but me hear but sum pig napping a gwaan a chesta wa day ya enuh.sure yu neva subconsciously do di animal ting too?heart broken????hamma and nail fi dat :P if not.use sum crazy glue
Crazypickney said
14:36 04/22 2008
gwhey mi nuh wicked them ways dey, i'd rather speak harshly to someone else than to hurt something. And plus, my heart hasnt been broken now for years, so i'm cool, calm and collected.
skendon said
14:51 04/22 2008
oh zeen. jus tru yu seh dat i go post a poem to that response and theres a LP song to the last part bout broken for years and blah blah blah. lis10 LP-In Pieces :D
Crazypickney said
14:57 04/22 2008
hmm.. another poem? oh lordie. gonna re-listen "In pieces"
Look in the mirror,
Not knowing my condition
Is very severe.
My ribs show
and are easily seen,
Its just a stage
I'm but eighteen.
Slits and cuts
along my arms,
My own Decorations
from my self-harm.
Nobody can see them
I hide them in sleeves,
Nobody can know
About my sudden grief.
The blade I use
Is safely hidden
"Im not suicidal,
You must be mistaken."
Ill feed everyone lies
Never telling the truth,
So nobody will know
about my troubled youth.
I don't need another parent
or another therapist
The boy that needs help
He doesn't exist.
Don't tell me that,
I have so much to live for
Its my decision only
It is not yours
If I decide to die
then don't disagree.
Let me slit my wrist
and end this misery
Two quick cuts
forty seconds of pain
As I sit and watch
all my *lo** drain.