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by Lauren May 12, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I dread to come home, I'm preparing myself. The hail of pain that awaits, I'd rather be in hell. I make up lies so no one will know, "Oh I fell down the stairs," I's my fault, That I feel nobody cares. I start to tremble, As I walk in the door, Five minutes late, this isn't good, One single blow and I'm on the floor. There's red everywhere, It's seeping all around, I'm scared as hell, Pills and beer are amongst the ground, .As I'm scrambling around, I realize Im' not moving, All I see is red, But with fear it is fading.