Published November 22, 2005
Slit My wrists Slowly
the pain is my one true love
watch me bleed
I'm smiling now, see?
to me pain is like ecstacy
nirvana or better
I don't care if I make it to heaven
why not just send me straight to hell
The outline of my body on the hardwood floor
Stained with red innocence
from the puddle of my blood
I'm resting peacefully now
please don't mourn over my death friend
because I am happier now than I ever could have been
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This seemed horribly cliche... especially these lines:
Slit My wrists Slowly
the pain is my one true love
watch me bleed
The outline of my body on the hardwood floor
Stained with red innocence
from the puddle of my blood
These lines I did like. The rest of it... I don't know. I can't really take it seriously.