DIE STUPID
These are the only words for me
So I scrap them in
For my own eyes to read
Streams of very little blood
Streaked across my stomach
Something to feel
Something to trace
The only words I think
When I fuck up once more
When I think my thoughts
�Stupid� is all I hear
�Die� is all I want
Funny how you screw up one little thing
And it makes you want to slit your wrists
Makes you want to drive off a cliff
Or maybe run into on coming traffic
Makes you want to disappear forever
Or go straight to hell
Cuz at least you know what�s there
But instead run to the bathroom
Lock the door
An inch of wood is holding you
Inside your mind
As you lightly sketch the words
On a paper of flesh
In red drippy ink
�DIE STUPID�
Die Stupid
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