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Sentenced to wear long sleeved shirts forever © Ankh walls like these dripping with the memories of painful childhood... sometimes the memories cut so deep they are accidentally cut by razors, leaving a life cut short... sorrow fills the eyes of the young teen, and hand filled by a tiny blade but in this case, it's not the size that counts... because the cuts cut deep enough to kill one's entire being in a few silent slashes... those cuts never leave, forever scaring, leaving us in our sorrow... because we couldn't end what we so badly wanted to end, we were stopped? why? why were we stopped so times? we sometimes get scared we will be missed, and stop, forever scaring our bodies for everyone to see... seconds pass as you ponder in the morning, long sleeve shirt or short, what will you do to cover the scars of time? or will they simply understand your troubles and be there by your side? or would you be pushed from your job... your family... your entire existence? do you really want me to answer the question I just placed before you? would that please you now as nothing has ever before? I can only tell you what I know from my own life... and my own death... and being brought to face my own fears and my own troubles? don't fear my words... don't embrace them either... words are simply words... they can old cut as deep as you want them to... or touch the heart as you need them to be... will anyone notice the passing of a antisocial youth? or will it go into the papers as just another case of suicide for everyone to learn their lesson from? you can't expect me to know the answer to that one either... for I am here... I am alive... well at least my body is alive... but my heart, my brain, that made me whom I am is now dead... I'm dead on the inside and alive on the out... the closer you get to knowing me the further I push you away... would you miss me if I went away on this day? never to be seen again? I think you would... but that's just it... I think... sometimes I think to much... would do... good-bye forever... miss me? please? good-bye good-bye, I love you, I love you, forever I will never been seen again... Top of page Webmaster: wulff@ratatosk.net |