| [[::i know the pefect suicide::]] |
[01 Oct 2003|08:27pm] |
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mood |
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music |
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the leaving song-AFI |
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this pain can only control the weakest link
Controlled by a pain so deafining, even the ringing in my ears beg for mercy
The thought of this pain leaving me
Is the sight of me being lost
The roses have died
in the garden of hurt
If you thought of leaving
i'd plead you to stay
Me being alone
Pain keeps me company
The constiplation of suicide
gives me a thrill
the thought of me having enough courage to go through
but the suicide i plan
its pefect
not a slit of the wrist,
not a gun to the head...
not an over dose on your favorite pill...
the one that is silent and no one can hear,
i know the perfect suicide....
The tourchering of keeping the pain inside
i know the perfect escape
Keep it all inside little girl
It'll only hurt for a bit
Then the emotion will disappear
and you'll....be gone
-me-
Pain is like a drug, its feels so nice at first, but in the end the hurting kills you, and you never seem to stop using it
Addiction
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| [[::gosh darnit::]] |
[01 Oct 2003|11:30pm] |
::anatomy is THE best band in the world! (other than dashboard OF COURSE)::
and all though the moon is falling down on us
dont expect this day to end
DO U SEE THAT STAR?
i'll meet you there
by the time you get this u'll be well on ur way
PLEASE WRITE soon so i know that you have gotten home safely
PLEASE DONT FORGET MEEEE
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