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by Mel Sep 4, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I've let out the last sob, And cried the last tear. I cut through the flesh Without any fear. I've counted the last hour, And flew the last flight. I cut through the flesh Still nothing is right. I've seen the last snow, And ran the last mile. I cut through the flesh And bled for awhile. I've seen the last slit, And lost the last race. I cut through the flesh Remembering your face. I've turned off the last light, And told the last lie. I cut through the flesh And saw myself die.