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by Amanda Dec 29, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'll cut my wrists to see my pain I'm tired of feeling something that isn't there tired of hearing things that i know aren't true can't understand truth anymore why people even bother with lies i want to bleed i want to see the blood touch it, taste it i need to see the pain not just feel it let me take the drug stick the needle inside watch it enter into my veins i want to see the high you're like my drug i feel your high i can't see what makes me feel but you are deep in my system and you're driving me crazy