Cutting, by Alex Luck Subscribe to rss feed for Alex Luck

Way to release my emotion
A disease that gets worst by the day
each time cutting futher into my wrist
why can't i stop this nonsense 
its like being brainwashed by evil
not knowing what you are doing
untill it had already been done
noone can help me
noone can stop my pain
why did this happen to me
why can't i just get rid of the pain
stop cutting, and forget
those sorrows i see
please let me forget, and stop cutting these days
Posted: 2005-10-16 05:00:47 UTC

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