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If I asked you to kill me, would you? If I felt I needed to die, would you care? If I needed a shoulder to lean on, would you lend it? If I wanted a friend, would you dare? If you asked me to kill you, I would. If you felt you needed to die, I'd care. If you needed a shoulder to lean on, I'd lend it. If you wanted a friend, I'd be there. If you think you killed me, don't dispair. If I needed to die, don't fear. When I need a shoulder to lean on, you don't have to lend it. When I need a friend, you don't have to be there. If I killed you, I would be sorry. If you needed to die, it would drive me insane. When you need a shoulder to lean on, I'll stand beside you. When you need a friend, I'll take away all your pain. No matter the time, I'll still love you. No matter the cost, I'll still pay. No matter the pain, I'll continue. All I want is to hear, "please stay."
You know what really annoys me, if you don't, I'll tell you. Yesterday I was wandering around town with some friends, being stupid, doind the time warp, s**t like that. We stopped when we got to the graveyard and we decided to take a break. We were all just chillin' and talking and s**t, it was a fairly warm day so I took off my jacket revealing the scars on my arms. I'm really not proud of them, and I wasn't trying to show off, I was just trying to maintain a comfortable body temperature. Anyways, we were just hanging out and then someone noticed my scars and they were all like "did you get attacked by your cat?" and I simply said no, but they continued to push the question, so I fianlly gave up and told them that I had tried to kill myself. As soon as I told them that, everyone moved away from me and kept giving me funny looks. this wouldn't have annoyed me so much if it wasn't for the fact that they began to exclude me, which is the reason I started cutting in the first place. I don't know why, but now people are afraid of me because of some bad choices I made, now I am back at the begining, trying to find friends that can look past all that. Before I was too different to hang out with, and now I am too different to hang out with, sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
vardamacariel · Wed Mar 30, 2005 @ 09:56pm · 5 Comments |
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