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by Leya Nov 22, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Everyday tears come streaming down my face and i wish i could leave this place i make a fist grab a razor blade and drag it across my wrist i watch as the blood slowly runs down my arm i never thought that i would cause myself so much harm no one cars anymore i don't care anymore I'm walking out on everything I'm walking out the door I'm sick of this place I'm never coming back I'm leaving without a trace