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by Katelyn Jan 6, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I locked myself alone to rot My will may consume your fate A real monster an evil plot Can I really control my hate? I have always hated sharp things The point and shine heartless metal Dragged across my skin the pain stings The blood red as a rose petal. I take away my sin once more The terrible thing I have done I must stop but life is bore Nothing is ever truly fun. It's my last chance I will speak out Consult my friend words a feather I am not lost without a doubt I won't let those screams last forever.
by Robie Lincer
That was awsome!!! keep it up!