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by jess Dec 5, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You hit me, i fall to the floor. you tell me to stand uo, to take some more. bruised and bleeding, i fall into bed, reliving every detail, in my head. each blow taken, every insult thrown. each pressure i feel, and being alone. knowing nextime your angry, it will happen again. how long will it be, and what will it contain. will you go to far one time, and beat me to death. will i lay dead on the floor, and you have taken away my last breath.please comment