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by amie Jan 9, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It's touch creeping over my body, It's breathe rippling over my neck, It's kiss making me sick, Holding my breath as it takes control of my body, Tears slowly slipping out the corner of my eyes, Back into the darkness it cruel sick body crawls, I breathe a sigh of relief as the pain slowly drifts away, Bruises covered my body, every movement hurt, The monster was all i knew all i had, Tomorrow would be a new day a new start, Wouldn't it?