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by Shelly Feb 10, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Life and time makes the people you see. All has done nothing but made a murder of me. Dark thoughts of mine have murdered my body and spirit. But also my soul and breath that lies within it. Smiles or pills will not change a dark thought. Death moves closer, I can't be something I'm not. Faulty rhythms and happy light. For me nothing comes except the night. Cheerful chants and words for a long life. I know they won't help me so I reach for that knife. Death is beside me and pain flows from my wrist. All has ended with this cutters twist.Please give me your comments and I will give you mine.