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alright, this one doesnt have a song title, but i dont want one.
youre bored so you have nothing to do.
you flip through the tv even though nothings on,
so you flip through your notebook, even though theres nothing in there,
you ask yourself why you havent written in this new book, even though youve penned 2 other notebooks without problem, stressing yourself out,
you walk to the mirror and question yourself, glancing back at the bloody pen every minute or so.
you tell yourself that maybe youd write if you read your other pieces of paper you wrote. after reading, youre even more stressed than you were last, and throw your old ripped feelings away.
maybe its because you think that what you write is dumb, stupid , even retarded.
again you glance at the pen dripping with blood, sit down next to it on the bleeding table, and think of a better reason than your dumb thoughts of not helping yourself to the book to kill your sad feelings with thoughts and stories.
"c'mon," you tell yourself, "itll help, i love writing, its like a journal. it is a journal, and all girls write in diaries and journals, why cant i?"
you stare at that pen, now engolfed in blood on the table, now a river of blood, and find the reason.
whats the reason you ask?
well, her pen was bleeding so much that she couldnt use it,
and by the time she found the reason,
which was to get a new pen,
she died.
of what you ask?
she bled to death.
 C R A V E S U N N Y · Tue Aug 29, 2006 @ 10:41pm · 1 Comments |
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