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by Emily Dec 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Every day i look at my wrist, the scars remind me of you each time you made me like this,my feelings for you help me to write this rhyme you screwed my life over,you ruined me inside you made what little happiness i had shatter and subside you caused these scars by putting the blade to my wrist you pushed it in more, yet i didn't resist the pain made me forget the feelings for you i felt the blood reminded me of watching a red candle melt it flowed out so much it dripped to the floor the blood made me cry,yet i wanted to see more the cut up angels whispered and gathered around they looked at my wrist and said another one we've found they were just like me,depressed and in pain but they had gone too far,they had hit the vain