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by jenni Nov 24, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I can see your face In the puddle on the ground Laughing at my hurt and pain When I lost the love I found. Your face is surrounded by my red blood Your eyes are glearing with hate Your mouth is twisted and evil I thought what we had was fate. Now I'm slitting with broken glass Hacking at my wrists Trying to end my life and let out the pain my heart consists. But you're still haunting me Even after you're gone So before I breathe my last breath Through my blood tell me what I did wrong.