DIe

Gay and well yeah.. That's about it...so here you go... and please don't think wrong like some of my friends did (sick minded freaks) lol
Stare at the floor
sit on the ground
cut yourself
make no sound

Do it fast
so that you don't feel
the real sweet pain
of the thing called kill

Cut it now
do it quick
hurry up
you make me sick

There you go
see it drain
watch the blood
feel the pain.

By Karen Sanchez
Published: 2/22/2007
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