Jul 23 2011
Just Do It
Just shut up,
Dont tell me you love me,
I can’t get hurt again.
Just take another sip,
And pass the bottle.
Just take another hit,
And hand me a needle.
Just take another pill,
And give me the rest.
Just cut me,
And just fuck me.
And then leave me here,
As if to die.
I don’t want your love,
It hurts too much.
I just want to feel something,
So just do it.
I don’t care what your feeling,
Just make me live again.
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wow! I can feel the anger coming from this one.. dayum
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN ! i feel you :/
Yeah, I was a touch angry when I wrote this one. But why shouldn’t I be? We all get angry when we get hurt, don’t we? And I don’t need someone telling me they love me when I know it’s not true and I know what they want. This time was not about love, it was about sex. Ok? I don’t need all that “Baby, I love you” bullshit because I fall for it every fucking time and it hurts too damn much when they leave in the morning. No, that’s not what I need right now. This ^^ is all I wanted.
Like a wise man once said:
o.o
And as a wise man once replied:
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Haha. Seems right.
very true just… i can remember a time or two i have been angry and lashed out in verse as well as other ways… and i know how you feel about the baby i love you bs and sex… been there too many times to count.. me im personally opting for celebacy until i can be with someone that i know loves me inside and out and vice versa… then it only intesifies the bond already formed and hopefully they wont leave ya in the morn… i hate it when the person that has my heart tries to make out like that is all i care about when that has never been it at all.. hell honestly… i would live without sex if i could just be close to them … sex is nice and has its purposes but it is not even close to everything.. and lol my comment was more like a you go with your badself ^ 5
Hahaha, thanks guys. iwait4you4ever, yes I understand everything you’re saying and I’ll agree with that. Sex to me is usually not that important, as I’ve stated in a couple of my poems Love and Death are the two forces that are not concerned with your flesh. At this moment, on the other hand, it’s not what I wanted. I wanted to bleed for a while and then get laid and honestly there was no intoxication this time, regardless of my verse, because for me cutting is enough of a high most of the time. That was the one moment when I just didn’t wanna hear it, didn’t wanna feel it, I just wanted to feel the pains and pleasures of my flesh and not care about my soul. The heart hurts too much sometimes to not turn back to the body for answers.