Bloodletting on the bathroom floor,
she doesn't care anymore.
Won't matter who passes the door.
She'll already be dead to the core.
*Just because it's a fad, doesn't mean you should follow it.
Pain should come as naturally as happiness, kid.
Pull your sleeves down, they'll see the slits.
No one needs to know you and what you did.
They're all a bunch of fake, slimy gits.
Tears shed for way too long.
Emotions stifled flood out strong.
Her life was always wasted wrong.
She was never gonna belong.
*
Screaming your lungs out to stop the tears.
Cursing everyone you once held dear.
All coming true, your hidden fears.
You won't escape their killing leers.
Cut and sob until the depression clears
your mind until you fade under blackness. emo
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Morbida's Mysterious Feelings
Hi, I'm Morbida B. Weir. I got that name from the BEGoths figure series. Anyway, this is where I'll put down whatever I feel like each day. Depending on whether I'm in a crappy mood or not, I'll post my usually elusive feelings... So get reading!
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