It Didn't matter what I thought I as always wrong. I got hit for stupid shit.
My life was in the toilet I wanted an escape.
I found the bottle to drown away my sorrows.
A razor blade my new best friend.
I cut to hide the pain I cut to escape the game. I was told that I was stupid, and ugly. My whole world was consumed with that.
When I grew older I was still young.
I was a slave for too long. I was beat down I was blooded. No one to help, no where to hide.
I gathered the courage I fought back I left that evil place and I wont go back.

People like you don't belong around the general population. You would experience a much fuller life on an island far far away from the rest of us. Please go there. you'll like it.

Really though you need to get some kind of help with these feelings.

Tell me this is vogon...

Cheers,
Lost

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Originally posted by corvoyer:
People like you don't belong around the general population. You would experience a much fuller life on an island far far away from the rest of us. Please go there. you'll like it.

Really though you need to get some kind of help with these feelings.

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All, I have to say is this, It was a poem writen by me seven years ago. I haven't felt this way for seven years.

your name looks like fartsucker

You guys are all mean.

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Originally posted by Tacit_Attack:
You guys are all mean.

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I concur, be nice!