by dark girl Jan 24, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
I'm sitting in my room. Just looking at the wall. They seem to be getting whiter, but my eyes are getting darker. Looking at the knife. Thinking what I should do. Should I do it or should I not. Hopin someone will come in and try to stop me. But when she got to the room she hears a scream. She opens the door and sees her daughter dead lying on the floor. |