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by DisturbedMind Feb 17, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I can’t take it anymore I have to get out I stay in my room And silently shout I cut my wrists and watch The warm blood feels good Death feels like a dream And I’d die if I could I’m just scared of What might happen Who all I leave behind How many people I’ll sadden I know that not many people But they still mean a lot to me They’re the only real people Who could make me happy They were always there when I needed them by my side Whenever I was depressed They made me laugh and smile But a lot of people are rude They don’t even care They laugh at you for anything They talk, speak lies, and stare That’s why I can’t take it I can’t deal with my problems I can’t live like this anymore And I know how to solve this I’ll just cut my wrists too much And watch the blood drip on the floor I’ll cry one last tears and sad goodbye To this ignorant and cruel world