the used - I'm a fake
2009-11-16 @ 22:29:16
Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
Look at me, you can tell.
By the way I move and do my hair.
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care.
I'm alive.
I don't smell.
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
Satisfied, in your eyes.
My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace.
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face.
and this sicknes is me, I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling.
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Postat av: PornAnais
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