My name changes everyday.
Stupid.
Bitch.
Worthless Shit.
Just pick one damn it,
and stick to it.
Your weapon changes all the time.
Belt.
Words.
Hands.
Instead of beating me,
why not just rid me?
Since I am such a burden anyways.
My worth decreases all the time.
A lot.
A Little.
Nothing.
You're right,
no one needs me.
"They're much better without."
So I hand you this gun.
Two blows.
One, to my heart,
and the other,
to my temple.
Since "Those places are empty".
So take aim,
as I smile,
and with a wave,
I'll say goodnight.
Goodnight.
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Written April 11th, 2006
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wooooooo sweety! you sound a bit upset... people are so mean these days, they really play alot of mind games.
i love u though hun! that must be really hard though, hope it gets better, if u ever want to talk i'm here! luv u lots!
Steph
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