poem up for torture have fun
why do i feel this way
as if i have lived my life in a haze
i long to know what its like
to feel blood trickle down my arm
i want to be able to say good bye
and not return
i want to know why i hurt those i love
and i want to know why i feel this way
how many have i hurt in the past
and how many more are to become my prey
i have so many questions
and so few answers
i just want it all to stop
STOP!
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this is a portol into the pits of my mind. you may be shocked but please just be warned ...
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