Hit Me
14 January, 2005
Author: Mere
I get yelled at, for worthless sh*t,
I may wish to, but never get hit.
As I cut myself slowly, I loudly exhale,
To not feel as if I'm a prisoner in jail.
Sometimes I wish to always see blood,
Like falling on my face in a puddle of mud.
You think I want attention, you just don't f***ing know,
You never do see it, and it never does show.
I'm a f***-up, a lesbian, a child at that,
Just get it over with, just hit me with a bat.
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| joyce ivy (68.222.84.217) -- Friday, January 14 2005, 03:28 pm keep writing...thanks for sharing...joyce |
| chloe (165.146.100.16) -- Thursday, February 17 2005, 03:20 pm That was brilliant and i WANT you to keep on writing! |
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