Me, Myself And I..

About My.self-->

Everything I'm not..Has made me everything I AM :)

Hey everyone, this is Anila Junaid writing..

and i'd like to share a peice of my mind with all of you..

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This was my life, This was a flower , It wilts, This life I built, A dozen red roses wilt up and die,I curl my body into a ball, A lifeless form, Torn between Heaven and Hell, I'm higher than a mountian,My petals stretched out,My arms fall off, My life trimmed short, The red taken from me, I wilt

up and die, Once a healthy grown seed,I'm returned to the earth, I curl my body into a ball,Dead and Buried, I'm torn betweeb Heaven and Hell.

I slashed my wrist, Gave the knife a final twist, In a search for inner peace,Some sort of release, I am a born again nihilist, I don’t need you to be my apologist, Pump a toxic substance into my vein, To try and release the pain, You can call it self-abuse, Or just another excuse, To avoid facing up to reality, That’s just my mentality, I am into self-denial, I cough up phlegm and bile, I am going to try starvation, In the hope of salvation.

Death, feared by most, Loved by others, but how do you fear something you know nothing about? or is it not knowing that scares people? I sit in my room questioning life, wishing for death. A rayzor lays in my hand hungry for blood, I press its edge into my skin then with one quick slice the blood begins to flow , again and again I let the rayzor fly, till the blood runs down my arm like a rushing river, The color is so beautiful, The pain in full of pleasure, I feel my body slowly weakening, As my life poors from the open cute, In this moment I belong.

Love

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