And yet another poem....I just don't feel like sleeping...lolz tell me what

you think please..? I had a dream.

My life fell apart.

More then ever before.

But I was fine with it.

I thought, if that really happened, I'd react differently.

I'd run into the batroom with my keys.

And carve a story on my arms.

I'll express myself less beautifully then my art teacher would advise.

I wouldn't cry.

Why mess up the pretty eyeliner.

I'll leave the bathroom.

Happy and content.

I'd causually dab the blood whenever it started to flow.

In 15 minutes the blood would probably stop flowing, the pain would fade a little.

But I'll still feel better then ever.
 
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