chibicandy01's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- poem I've got a problem A problem with hate I can't go on dragging this weight A cold steel hand that won't let go Acid-filled thoughts out of control I built myself a nice little cage With bars of anger and a lock of rage I can't help asking Who's got the key? When I know damned well it's me No I ain't hinting for sympathy I'm used to dealing with apathy The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime Just wish me better luck next time So what if I died a thousand deaths You think I'm insane but I have no regrets One more time won't matter no question Suicide is self expression. ( a poem i found ) how much of it is really my own reality? 6:49 p.m. - 2003-01-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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