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by Tiffany Fisher Aug 4, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As i lie in bed I can not sleep My bodies relaxed But my soul is weak As i stare at the ceiling The faces do form And in my mind They bring the storm I stare at the dace And see in its eye The darkness of my soul Alone i will die It yells at me To pick up the blade No one will notice My life will just fade A river that flows Its blood driven red Feeding its source My wrists have bled My soul is haunted Chilled over and blue With no friends No i love you's The only love That Ive been shown Is hits and screams My mind you've blow There is nothing in my As you can see So ill let the face Take charge of me Take the blade Release the red Won't let go Until I'm dead --------------------------------- Please Vote/Comment