by Krystal Aug 31, 2004
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
You took me to this place, where everything seemed right, no matter how big the fight, you calmed me down and made me feel very loved, with every kiss and every hug. With you here to listen to me, the cutting just couldn't be, in a sense you were the knife and you made me feel alright. But now things have changed and I need you more than I need the knife, more then I need life. You were my first love, Gosh Quentin, I just need one of your hugs! |