It's funny how nobody realizes how much I just want to slit my throat. You don't understand how much it hurts me when I find out you don't want to even be associated with me. Or how much it hurts me when I know nobody would ever care if I died. Or how shitty I feel when I have really no one I can talk to because my friends don't care. I can tell I'm the least important of the group, it wouldn't make a difference if I were there or not. And I know know one loves me Because let's face the facts, we all know I'm just a piece of shit that doesn't deserve to be loved.
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The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
