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Icky Izzy

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if you want to break me
go ahead
im so much more than i see
i’ll love you to kill me
like a summer morning forgotten in breeze
break me open and see the sorrow which makes
makes up the half of me
the half that bleeds blue on the snow colored thought

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she drives away
tears stream down
he sits in the window,watching her car drive away
watching her runaway
he turns his back,away from the pain
he turns his back
their love is slain
she left in a rush
saying his pain was to much
to much for her to deal and take
so she left,
and for the last time,he began to break…

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his heart beats,steady and slow
peeling paint,pain begins to grow
his breath is like smoke in the’cold air
he lets out a cry,his pain to much to bear
so lets it out,loud and rough
teardrops and blood,black hair,grey eyes
he falls asleep
to his mothers cries
he lets out his pain
on his flesh of pale white
tonight was his last night
he falls into an eternal sleep
now he doesnt have himself to keep

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a life full of teardrops and blood
we drown out or feelings at home or in a bathroom stall
the constant fear or hope of hitting the wrong place
razor in,mind race
razor out,satisfaction
painful yet soothing action
words dont mean anything,anymore
you slam the door
cut
then hit the floor
in a pool of pain and red
but the pain is over now
so,you must be dead

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when she looks in the mirror
she sees a freak
a loser
a dork
a nerd
a geek
she sees a problem,a mistake
she sees all the names,she forces herself to take
she shatters her mirror
and it breaks apart
she also shatters her self,from her teardrops to her heart
she cries and slowly fades away
knowing shell never
be okay

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if i die
i dont care
when the people stare
i dont care
when i bleed
i dont care
whats to care about anymore?
for me theres nothing left instore
whats to care about?
all people around me do is scream or shout
whats to do?
theres nothing new
i dont care

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i cant help myself
i love the pain
i love bieng unable to contain
i love the looks of shock in their faces,i love it when they look at me,whisper and change paces.ilove it when they attack me with their stupid words and lies,i love it when they stare with thier confused eyes.i lovethe blood,dripping out,the color and the way it is colored,i love the cound,the blood around,ilove the hot flash,the the nice straight gash, i lov…

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they make up theyre own truth
they dont know what we go through
they only see our scars,
of our present and past
they think were okay,that we always last.they dont know,they just guess
they just lookand say were a mess
they see us and assume
were just a culture of tears& gloom
they are the one who are truly blind
they just makeup the truth of waht they kant find

 

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