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by Jessie Oct 10, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The silver glint of the blade, Pressed against my skin. Tears in my eyes, I just can't seem to win. The blood is flowing now, Leaving scars upon my wrist. I know it can't be right, But I don't want to live like this. The tension is building, I have all this pain and sorrow, I can't take it anymore, I don't wish to see another tomorrow. I have but one wish, And that wish is to die. Maybe then I'll finally be alright; No more tears shall I cry.