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by xxAsHlEyXMaRiExx May 22, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You look at me as if I'm not here, You only do it to make my eyes tear. You can't stop hurting me, If you would open your eyes then you would see. All i can do is bleed, For your the only think i need. I cut my wrist open, For the knife is my token.