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by Sneha Nov 11, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The pain can't seem to die like the rest of me. Maybe this is my existence, agonizing, like its meant to be Blood gushes out from scars that won't heal. Nobody knows how to console me. Nobody knows how this feels. Solitude has become a friend. Love has become the enemy. It seems to me that these bullets are now trying to set me free. So wither away away my friend, my love, my enemy. Everything has come to an end, rotting and dead, like its supposed to be.
by Em
A truly powerful and emotional piece, 5/5. Em