Dear Santa

by Kristal Sowiecki   Dec 9, 2004


Thoughts of death creep into my head
Every night alone in my bed
I try not to think of ending it all
But everytime I get up on my feet
I always tend to fall
Nothing is worth it
I just want to die
But mostly
I want to go through a day
Where I don't want to cry

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  • 19 years ago

    by Amit

    ~ nice write
    ~ crying is bad, dont be sad
    ~ take care, 5! always believe in love ~amit

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