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Tearing me up, up

Torn

Wrenching me up, up

Bleeding

Everyone's escaped

Left me to drown

I'll float down, down

Cry, cry

Don't cry, everyone screams

I want to scream

But I can't

My throat's closed

Like my eyes

I don't want to see

Why care,

Why love?

Scream, they say

You'll feel better.



And when the screaming doesn't work?

What then?

Do I pull things apart?

Destroying meaningless items?

Ha, why bother,

Why Care?

And they say I'm like them

That I'll feel it too

That I'll feel better....

Should I tell them,

That I feel

Like a drenched rain cloud?

Should I point out,

All the little pin points and dead scars

All over me

Devour me....

And soon the wounds,

They'll be bigger

Like Christine's.

Does anyone know about her...

This girl,



I wrote about her once,







Christine's doesn't







seem like a







bad idea anymore...



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