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by emily mackay Nov 30, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The smell of the air whizzes past my nose the frosty cold feeling tingles between my toes I look in the mirror & try and smile so it looks real pretend its okay but thats not what i feel Im the person who sits in the corner praying for the pain to stop watching each second fade away hearing the rain... drip drop I sat on my wall today the bridge is also so near the leaves on the floor my head is my fear The world carries on without me they walk past as i slowly fade away i sit there so lost inside knowing il die there one day.