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by Robyn Thomas Dec 11, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My wrist, it's red My face, white This blood I bled In the middle of the night My eyes, they're green My hair, yellow Too bad you couldn't have heard him Scream, Rage, Bellow My sheets are now pink My quilt is rather orange There's blood in the sink, In the toilet, on the door hinge His face is purple His eyes, blue You don't realize, I did this because of you **edited by bob shank. many thanks!**