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~May 31, 2002~
Angry thoughts fill my head
Watery eyes seem to fill
Don't know what to do, nor what to say
Wanting to be alone is all there is to want
To stay in a room Pitch black
Wanting to destroy everything in my way
My eyes are filled with water
If I slit my wrists
Will all the blood of hate and anger pour out?
If i slit my throat, will everything be better?
I think thoughts
That get me down
It's pure anger
Hatred thoughts
Thoughts of commiting suicide
I am full of everything
I want to explode
Watch my blood splatter the walls
Everything turns inside out
But no one would care.
