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by Jessica Grant Jan 28, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I pick up the knife and begin to slice watch the blood come out I feel all nice Deeper and deeper day by day I can't help it There's no other way I relieve my pain and heartache I make it all better For my own sake It makes me sane no more fearing Of what will happen From my death nearing But maybe I'll bring it upon myself you just can't say I didn't try help I went to doctors many of sort But all they say is I build up a fort The don't try to help me so they leave me alone and with that my heart turns to stone No more love for myself I give up on caring and I'm through with Grinning and bareing So Just go away and stop all the bullspit I don't care anymore I'm through with it