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    dots Submission Name: When I look at youdots

    Author: Katsi039tsahente
    Elite Ratio:    1.7 - 4/17/25
    Words: 326
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Serious
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       I needed to pour my heart out :)

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    dotsWhen I look at youdots

    When I look down at you,
    I see all the marks that I made,
    All the scars I desired.

    I wanted it,
    I needed the pain,
    Just any feeling to feel alive.
    But feeling alive,
    It just wasn't worth it,
    I see why I felt nothing at all,
    I understand why I needed it so much.

    Why did it have to take so long,
    Why must I feel anything?
    All I ever ask is why? why, why, why, why.
    But maybe I caused all of it,
    All on propose.
    Maybe I wanted to be abused like this,
    But no, not a sane person would want that ever.
    Then again looking at all the lies,
    All the fakeness, All the pain I caused,
    Maybe I'm not sane at all.
    Should I be put away for good?
    Never to see the sun again.
    Some whould say yes, other say no.
    I think I just need to find a quite corner,
    And let it all out,

    Break a few bones, ohh well,
    It's what i'd pay.
    Just to get all this heartache off my chest.
    To just be able to be a happy teen,
    To just be happy once again,
    So I wont take a blade to my wrist,
    I wont burn my skin as if its dirty,
    I wont tie the cord around my neck and hope no one comes home to save me,
    I wont inhale gas or fumes just to be able to function throughout the day.

    No, I wont do any of that anymore, Because I have seen the light,
    I have lived through the darkness,
    I have made it another day,
    But yes if I were to die today,
    At least I know my life is worth living,
    That I was worth the hurt and pain,
    The love and the care
    That someone was there, and someone does love me for who I am.
    That I am not alone.

    Submitted on 2011-08-13 20:39:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I Like this pour out because one I can relate very much so with the cutting to feel alive, to feel something rather then nothing. Two I find it very optimistic for starting out on the dark side I mean with all the self mutilation and what not and it kinda reminds me of "sweet dreams are made of these who am I to disagree travel the world and the seven seas everybody's looking for something, some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you, some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused" mostly just because you said that part about wanting it maybe. Anyway now that I wrote this huge long comment I'll just say I liked it
    | Posted on 2011-08-16 00:00:00 | by gothicgirl | [ Reply to This ]

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