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by Brogan Feb 10, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
When I fall will you catch me I know its dark and i might be heavy But I lost a lot of blood when I slit my wrist I'm wishing now that the knife had missed When I was found my body was bound I would have been no more. I wouldn't budge my body was pale but still so smooth I was to young to touch the sky. I had blood still flowing but I was dry. My friends were all screaming I didn't know what for I realized I was really dead on the floor. I saw no one cry They were all in shock knowing I was to young to die I was taken out in a body bag Family distraught ready to gag. I felt so dirty so unclean Why was i greedy why was I mean Then i wonder what would happen if i was taken away But I survived that day x
by SheenaMarie
Deep write...excellent job 5/5