Sunday, February 01, 2009, 5:52 AM
400th post:
10 blades i kind of baught todayfor my penknife which i love to playwhen every blade gets blunt and dull i throw it away, pierce it through ur skull.dont worry, ill have 9 moreno, im not going to kill me over youbut no one said i couldnt hurt myself tooa slash by slash the bloods flows down,i feel satisfaction, head spinning roundas the blades get blunt, dont worry, i have 8 morea blade got stained with blood todaythe blood of my pain, my hurt, okay?tissue stained with the dark red inkdont test my love, im on the brinkthe blade gets blunt, dont worry, i have 7 morei lost a blade in me today,i cut too deep, what can i say?you hurt me deep you hit me hardi still cant find that metal shardi lost the blade, still have 6 morei played and played with paint todaydrawing tattoos the color all redtoday i used up my many bladesmy skin torn, mangled to shredsoh my god ive left with one morei used the lastest blade today,i slit my wrists, my throat, my veinsas all the color drained away,i feel my world becoming dark and graymy bathroom floor all soiled with bloodmay have looked like a red floodi wish you knew what ive been doing for youto prove you my love, my dedication so trueand if i dont die with my blade tonight,dont worry, ill get 10 more when the mornings bright.
