Yes today, I was dirty,
Won't dare to be pretty,
I just wanna be somebody,
It's too late to kill myself,
But boy do I wanna,
Just grab the blade,
Roll up my sleeve,
Press down the blade on my wrist,
Put pressure and drag it across quickly,
God, I just wanna be somebody,
But I can't,
Because I'm way to fucking worthless..
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Self Harm And Bad Thoughts
PoetryIt's the dark thoughts that eat us alive, it's the painful memories that slowly kill us everyday.. Welcome to my mind and my everyday thoughts, read on if you may..
