Jen Anonymous

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I didn't mean to make you mad
before you threw me to the ground.

I didn't mean to make you mad
...

I loved you
you only brought me pain.

I wanted a life with you
...

I've planned it for so long
no flaws to get in the way.
Sitting on my bed with cold hands
with my heart ripped from my chest.
...

Blood rushing to the tips of my fingers.

Looking in the mirror, seeing someone else.
...

The blood runs down my face
I can't think of any one else but you.

Carve your name into my wrists
...

Jen Anonymous Biography

I'm usually not a depressed person, but lately life has become one big mess. I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes serveral days attack me at once. Slipknot Psychosocial I did my time and I want out So effusive, fade It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant. The reckoning, the sickening. Packaging subversion Psuedo-sacrosanct perversion Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves! Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save. Sinking in, getting smaller again. I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only one! And the rain will kill us all. We throw ourselves against the wall. But no-one else can see. The preservation of the martyr in me. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. There are cracks in the road we lay. But we're the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad. This is nothing new, but when we killed it all The hate was all we had Who needs another mess, we could start over. Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong! Now there's only emptiness Venomous, insepid. I think we're done-I'm not the only one! And the rain will kill us all. We throw ourselves against the wall. But no-one else can see. The preservation of the martyr in me. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial. The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! The limits of the dead! Fake anti-facist lie(Psychosocial) I tried to tell you but (Psychosocial) Your purple hearts are giving out. (Psychosocial) Can't stop a killing idea (Psychosocial) If its hunting season(Psychosocial) Is this what you want? (Psychosocial) I'm not the only one! And the rain will kill us all. We throw ourselves against the wall. But no-one else can see. The preservation of the martyr in me.)

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I Didn'T Mean To

I didn't mean to make you mad
before you threw me to the ground.

I didn't mean to make you mad
before you pushed me into the wall.

I didn't mean to make you mad
before you hit me in the face.

I didn't mean to make you mad
before you pulled the knife on me.

I didn't mean to make you mad
before you almost took my life.

I didn't mean to make you mad...

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