Do Me A Favour
You want to f*cking kill me?
Do me a favour and go right ahead!
I'll give you the bloody knife!
Just stab me. Right here. Right now.
Or else stop with the hollow threats,
The bitter words you throw at me
At every possible moment.
Or better yet,
Go and f*cking kill YOURSELF!
Crouch in the corner,
Slit your wrists while popping a few white pills
Into your sh*t-spewing mouth.
Do me a favour.
------- Author's Notes -------
Heh, just a little poem to the bastards in my college.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|MC (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, March 1 2006, 02:27 am|
don't hold back....tell us how you really feel! Feel better now? Ok, then, shake it off and don't give them that much power over your emotions.
|Mike (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, March 3 2006, 05:13 pm|
^^ It is kinda hard when they're there all day, every day. But yeah, I do actually feel a lot better. Thanks ;)
|Emma (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, March 15 2006, 08:59 pm|
..*writes down in little notebook* -
Don't anger Mike..
|Mike (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, March 19 2006, 01:28 am|
Lmfao Emma ;) I'd never say that to you. You're too hot x]]
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