tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52837422011-04-21T11:53:23.265-07:00Trato de sacarme todo... escupir... enterrar... sobrevivir. Misshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303973820153596078noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283742.post-928554752003-04-18T13:27:00.000-07:002003-04-18T13:27:57.373-07:00Se me estan llendo las marcas, por fin, o no... <br />ya van a quedar cicatrices, nose porq me corto <br />no me quiero matar. <br />pero si me quiero morir <br />pero no soy tan valiente como para suicidarme, <br />solo pido ayuda, me la dan <br />pero no me sirve. <br />que ayuda necesito? <br />irme de aca, estar sola. <br />necesito paz interior. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283742-92855475?l=psychodelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Misshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303973820153596078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283742.post-928554032003-04-18T13:26:00.000-07:002003-04-18T13:26:34.340-07:00Ay q pelotuda! q hice ayer? <br />que hice? <br />me arrepiento? <br />no. <br />te gusto? <br />si? <br />nose. <br />fue raro. q fue? <br />no quiero pensar en todo, porq hay cosas q si me dan un poco de pena. <br />pero no quiero pensar y dar vueltas en el asunto, lo hecho hecho esta. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283742-92855403?l=psychodelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Misshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303973820153596078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283742.post-926298762003-04-14T21:33:00.000-07:002003-04-14T21:33:43.920-07:00<b>Suicidal</b> <br /> <br />Night falls.... and bleeds <br />as my life bleeds too <br />you weep... I can't stop hurting you <br />cause I am a damm son of the bitch <br />that doesn't deserve nothing but to burn in hell... <br />the night keeps falling... I fell weak <br />(and my strengths start leaving me...) <br />the red floods and blinds me.... <br />I am going to leave it all now. <br />you too crying for me.... <br />tears and silence.... <br />and my spirit will vanish slowly... <br />and rise beyond death....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283742-92629876?l=psychodelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Misshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303973820153596078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283742.post-926295352003-04-14T21:27:00.000-07:002003-04-14T21:27:09.903-07:00 <br /><b>Blood</b> <br /> <br />Blood in my pillow...... <br />red... bright... <br />stucked in my face. <br />in my body... <br />in my skin. <br />your blood, <br />my blood <br />the one I bring forth of our bodies, when the night falls, <br />killing it, wounding it. <br />blood... red... bright <br />in my bed... <br />in my bed clothes. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5283742-92629535?l=psychodelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Misshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303973820153596078noreply@blogger.com