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SuicidalAngel
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I slam down the phone
in a frusterated anxiety
all colors have blurred
and outlines faded with society
I slowly sit
in the coner alone
this is going to be it
I slowly moan
Through glossy eyes
and a hidded rage
I'm going to cut
myself out of this cage
My life doesn't matter
and now you will see
what your ignorence
has done to me
I trace my lines
with an innocent knife
who would have known
it'd be taking a life
Each time pushing harder
yet feeling no pain
I wish I could feel it
cutting into my vein
Built up emotions
escape from my wound
God this is my life
that I have ruined
Reaching for the phone
I need to call back
My thoughts become jaded
and then turn to black
You pick up the phone
Not knowing you'll hear
my voice's fading cries
you're frozen with fear
the phone falls from my hands
onto the floor
I see you start to cry
as you walk through the door
I can see you kneel down
and hold onto my wrist
this is the friendship
that I have missed
All I remember
is you asking why
But the more I explain
the more I cry
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