i hate you

Sep 04, 2004 14:44


The rain was falling fast,
The wind was blowing hard,
That night she took the knife,
And made her one last scar,

She woke up that morning,
And just couldn't shake the pain,
She was sick and she was tired,
And she was always so ashamed,

Looking in the mirror,
Only invited hurtful tears,
So she went into the bathroom,
And got the cutting sheers,

She went to ( Read more... )

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wastedpenguins September 4 2004, 15:05:51 UTC
I don't know what to say about this one.. Because unless you're talking about another best friend or this poem isn't about you, then I take it your mad at me. I'm sorry...

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grab_my_throatx September 4 2004, 19:21:56 UTC
it's just a poem. it doesn't neccasarily mean anything. i just rhyme. im not mad at you cheap. sheesh. you're reading too much into it kid. lol
xo

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