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by Gem Dec 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You put the gun in my hand. You made me leave here, You sent me to another land. You slid the knife into my fist. You caused the blood. You made me cut my wrist. You poured the drink To take with the pills. To push me from the brink. You tied the rope. You made me die. You stole my hope. You took my life from me. You made me hate myself. You wouldn’t let me be free.You did all this to me Without even knowing it.
by Shelby G.
very good