Teresa
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Copyright Teresa
you ripped my heart out,
but for what gain
you tore it apart
caused intence pain
the signs are so clear
theres no one to trust
burnt out emotions
nothing but dust
im empty inside now
nothing but black
theres nothing you can do
you cant take it back
as sad as it is
i want life to end
cause what good is life,
when you cant trust your friends.
Bullshit
Copyright Teresa
engulf me in flames
fill me with pain
stuck in this bullshit called love
i loved you so much
but we some how lost touch
stuck in this bullshit called love
i’ll love you forever
with the heart that you severed
stuck in thsi bullshit called love
to extinguish my pain
i just slice a few veins
stuck in this bullshit called love
as the room fades to black
i wont ever look back
REALEASED from this bullshit called love
Whore
Copyright Teresa
use me
abuse me
life is nothing anymore
touch me
fuck me
now im just your little whore
stab me
kill me
make the pain go stale
end me
send me
to the fiery pits of hell
Artist
Copyright, Teresa
I am an artist
That noone knows
I draw pictures
That are hidden under clothes
I draw things with a twist
Pictures on my thighs
And on my wrists
No pen
No ink
But with a razor blade
I begin to pain
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Copyright, Teresa
I cut my wrist when I feel low
Just so I can see my blood flow
I know it is wrong
And it doesn’t make sense
I wish I could stop
But I can’t
A lot of times it makes me cry
But I have to do it
So I will feel alive
I don’t feel pain when I cut anymore
It only leaves me begging for more
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