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by Leya Nov 22, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
When i cut it feels so good if i had the courage to press down i would you not ment to see these cuts i don't mean for them to be shown but i cant stop, the addiction has grown cutting is like a drug easy to do but once you start you cant stop i hate this life dying is the best option wheres my knife? i will leave this note on my bed and hopefully you will get it through your head that i never wanted to live that i had nothing to give goodbye forever take care now and please move on somehow tonight i died tonight I'm not coming back tonight I'll be gone forever
by Amanda
Great poem just a suggestion though that you could have put at the end where you went: at the very end you could have put if only i could have stayed on track but its only a suggestion