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Poll: how did u feel on a 1-5 scale (7 member(s) have cast votes)

  1. 1:i hated it/didnt like it in any way (0 votes [0.00%])

    Percentage of vote: 0.00%

  2. 2:i didnt really like it that much (0 votes [0.00%])

    Percentage of vote: 0.00%

  3. 3:it was ok, i kinda liked it (1 votes [14.29%])

    Percentage of vote: 14.29%

  4. 4:i really kind of liked this story (2 votes [28.57%])

    Percentage of vote: 28.57%

  5. 5:i loved this story (for some strange reason) (4 votes [57.14%])

    Percentage of vote: 57.14%

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this is kind of explicit i geuss, a whole bucha stuff about blood. it suks anyways, even if you dont care about blood and what not. just click the little "back" button and go read someone elses, k?

this is kind of more of a story that a poem. in fact, there is no poetry at all in it. I know that this really sucks, so post whatever you want

I secretly walk down my stairs to the dining room and got a glance of the bathroom. i closed my eyes, invisioning the room with blood splattered everwhere, the way i knew it was going to be in a few minutes. i walk to the kitchen and go get a dullish blade (duller that a steak knife, but sharper that a butter knife), only to make the pain more intence. i walk over to the bathroom and close the door. i turn on the light, and looked directly into my own face. you could see the tearstains of 3 years of depression in my eyes. i rustled through the various things we had in our bathroom cabinet, and picked out some black nail polish, realizing that my hands were quivering. the note ot my parents was in my room if i went to far. i poured the nail plish all over my face, in my eyes, and down my cheek. i got some on my finger and smeared it on my wrist. i grabbed hold of the knife and plunged it deep into the smeared black polish, almost cutting through my skin to my viens. i put pressure with both hands and pulled the knife down my arm. i felt pain, but that was my objective. the blood started coming, gushing out rapidly. i smeared some on my hand, and rubbed it on my face, creating a dark, dark, true blood red color. my true color actually showed on my face now. i walked out of the bathroom, leaving trails of blood through the house, to the door to the outside. i was not afraid of the dark, and i didn't mind the cold. i walked queitly out the door, and started walking. i kept walking and walking, and after a while i felt dizzy, but i finnaly got to her house. i went up to the front lawn, and layed there. after about 5 minutes, i got up and walked up to the front door. i wrote with my own blood, staining the door of her house "please forgive me", and i walked back. halfway across the lawn, i fell to the ground, to dizzy from blood loss. i found my self still holding the knife i had earlier, and deepened the wound. i started to cut everywhere, on my calf, on my ankles, and on my back. i finnaly got tired of the pain, it still did not distract me from the pain i felt inside. i felt useless and alone, and for a second i thought my heart stopped beating. life wasn't worht living if this is how i fell all the time. i finnaly, for the last time, plunged the knife one more, slitting my throat. i didn't actually feel the pain that time, because i was to focused on (with the little conciosness i had left) on a girl who had just run out of the house. i couldn't recognize her, because by the time she got close enough for me to see her face, i fell asleep. and i never woke up again

tell me wut u think, good or bad comments, anything.
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i loved that! could use some more description... want me to edit it a lil bit for ya? thats what i do... thats what i want to be an author biggrin.gif if so then just hit me up :wink:
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not in love with all of it..but all around a good one....
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i loved that! could use some more description... want me to edit it a lil bit for ya? thats what i do... thats what i want to be an author biggrin.gif if so then just hit me up :wink:

o, sure. i really need sum adjustments, i am not a very good writer, this is my first time writing thats not for school. thnx alot everyone^^
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I loved it
I liked the ending where the girl comes to the person
then he was dead.

sad story.
but i loved it.

Demi
xoxox

p.s
Good for ur first time.
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o mi god i love it but its so fucking sad im seriously bawling now but i loved it
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