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by Alisha Jul 28, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A razor sharp knife a drop of blood i shead a tear but thats not enough i hold it close real close to my skin i know in my heart i am full of sin i start to cry as i slide it down, as i hear that sound, the sound of my vein breaking and bring put in pain i stare real close at notice most that i rather shead a tear than take a few years, of my life, with that knife, that caught my eye when i started to cry.please comment and rate