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by forgotten Feb 26, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The dark blood floods the bright floor Thoughts of happiness go out the door The sharp blade gleams in the night My veins pulse in deep fright Sweet rain pours from the black sky I know I don’t ever again want to try Your words curse me as you softly cry My tears flood my pillow at night All your smiles appear so bright Can’t I just smile and pretend Are you the one on who I can depend? Is it so hard to let go, of my feelings, of my thoughts? Can’t I be the one that calls the shots? I may curse the day that I was born Like the old fave jeans that were torn Skip my classes, and slack off But everywhere I go I seem to just know Whenever I try to run, try to hide I slip off to the evil side I want to hurt I want to kill Use my power and will But then I just run And then there were none