April 3, 2009
By Anonymous

I take the knife and press it to my arm, using it to carve my feelings of sorrow and regret deep inside, watching as the scarlet blood pours out. i sense my emotions buliding strong, all that i've been feeling comes pouring out. i wish he coudl see, what he's done to me, woudl it make him see, make him believe, just how much i really mean it when i whisper "i love you"? he might actully mean it when he tells me he loves me too, but the way i mean it, i want him. and only him. to hold, forever. yet when he says "i love you too", he's meaning it in a way much less meaningless than mine. so he must know, must realize, that, i love him.

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on Aug. 10 2009 at 7:14 pm
VNH042095 SILVER, Dewitt, Virginia
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awh. that is sad :(

Zero_K DIAMOND said...
on Aug. 9 2009 at 8:23 pm
Zero_K DIAMOND, Moosic, Pennsylvania
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Sad. Very sad.


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