by Kelleigh Mar 9, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Blinded by the light of another day.He sits in his room crying.His father left, his mom doesn't care. Everyday he is slowly dying.blood forms on his scarred wrists.Drips like ruby red tears down. Falling to the ground with the knife. He lets out a smile instead of a frown. Then he falls to the ground. Not making a sound....he dies....no one cries....except me. |