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Fuck whatever day it is
Slit wrist theory
A slit for each mistake you’ve made
Cut them deep and pray they fade
Clenched teeth and hope you slip away
To pause yourself from your charade
I can’t believe you can’t accept
The unforeseen
The un-perfect
You pray to escape but only merely
From your self brought slit wrist theory
So take this back and hold on tight
Normality shattered within your life
So take this back and hold on close
You’ve got yourself, which is more than most
My razorblade romance
I’m going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I’ll draw it with a razor blade
I’ll draw it on my wrist
If I draw correctly a fountain
Will appear
To drown out all my sorrows
And down out all my fears
I can only imagine the courage it takes
To hold the gun to your chest and meet your fate
Tears running down your cheek falls all around
Then soon after we lay you underground
What you did, I don’t understand why
How could you leave me here to cry?
I remember the last time you laughed
But now your gone, my world has split in half
And the memories we shared
The sad thoughts no longer bear
I miss you dearly, I miss my mate
I think it is high time that I met my fate
To join you is what I have in mind
And to leave this horrid world behind
You were my first kiss, my first true love
Now you are gone, lying dead in a pool of blood
I love you dearly and you shall always be remembered
To you my heart I have surrendered
-Tomas
I liked it. How about you?
A vein in my head was going to burst today. That would have been sweet to see, but no, I have to do it the conventional way....
Nice to know who cares and reads my blog and stuff. Hat's off to you for actually trying, albeit in vain. I knew people would reply as such, because I'm not stupid.
Kyla, I want my CD back ;) And I knew it was you because your E-mail address is the same as your name.
Just so you guys get it, I never said I was doing it yet, so don't worry. It'll probably happen when I'm off living by myself in a crappy one room apartment lying on the floor staring at the ceiling...
*click*
*puts gun on table*
Your turn.
*grins*
last modified Jan 6, 2004 at 20:31
Who is Tomas....?"Slit wrist theory"..it is the marvel....who is the author of the part of it: "I will draw you a picture. I will draw it with a twist.I will draw it with a razor blade.."....
I appreciate it that you were able to change some parts of it...and to add new colour...
+be blessed, whoever you are +
you don't know me and i don't know you...but the slit wrist theory is perfect!
i dont know y u wud be so stupid
to make urself want to die
to pick up that blade and risk what u have
its depressin...u always seem so happy infront of jake
but he doesnt know that u have scares so ur bein fake
if u die ull lose him me and everybody else who u luved
i just dont know y u cudnt of told me cus i went threw it to its easy to tell me ur feelings then wut u do
Hey, I think your stupid
Way to go last night cause someone's
Up in arms over your insanity.
Whoa, what's going on?
Walking a thin line of red paint
Hey maybe it's not paint this time.
I thought that it took 3000 miles
Of space between us to say
I don't think it should go this way
Maybe next time, I'll fly away into space
Send a meteor in your house
And knock something into your head.
17 going on 70
Maybe you're dead already
Bit we're listless and tired
Wishing not for this exspire
16 going 6
Feeling younger by the second
I reckon, I'm going to slice my head off
Because every second I'm unaware...
Hey, didn't spend this time here for nothing
Wait till tomorrow or something
I think this insanity's not becoming to you.
Whoa, maybe it'll take another day
So someone can get up and say
That there's no way that this can keep fucking up
Someone cries and the pout but whatever
Just bury a head in the sand
No cares if reaching out since hands are crowded in there.
17 going on 70
Maybe you're dead already
Bit we're listless and tired
Wishing not for this exspire
16 going 6
Feeling younger by the second
I reckon, I'm going to slice my head off
Because every second I'm unaware...
Slitting wrists is bad. If anything, go down in glory. Go down in flames! Go down in the middle of combat. Join army, go into battle, and fight with "courage" (its like suicide but with a chance you may live). And if you DO happen to survive, you're a hero, no need to kill yourself. Ba-da bing! Of course this is all crazy to begin with, and millions do it every year.
I like the Slit Wrist Theory thing. Makes me think...
Scares the living shit out of most of us? Beyond scaring the shit out of me. You once told me that you wouldn't go out that way. What happened to that surety, the person I talked to that night? Don't you ever, ever, do that to us. I also agree with Janis, that if not for you, for the rest of us. We would go mad. Think about it, a large number of insane teenagers, ranging in age from 14 to 18, running around Lockerby Composite. Strange... Anyway, back to where you are scaring the hell out of us... I agree with Kyla also. Try writing in third person for a bit okay? Or I may just die of a heart attack before I hit fifteen.
Oh, and Russian Roulette????
k, so if ur not gonna b doing any of the things ur writing about, then why the FUCK ARE YOU WRITING ABOUT THEM!!!! it just scares the living shitt out of most of us. lol did u guys go to that assembly this morning? Jesse, r u writing about this stuff because ur being bullied?? lol syr...couldn't resist. that movie was wayyyy blown out of porportion...but neways back to life. Jesse, if u don't plan on doing this soon, how about writing about OTHER PPL doing it to themselves, instead of u doing it to urself?!?!! just a thought.....
*picks up gun and spins the chamber*
Wait...how many bullets...? }
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