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by Chelsea Hopkins Mar 28, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My pain I feel ; revealed The blood runs off the knife No one ever noticed How I tried to take my life It hurt so much to feel the metal But it slowly numbed away I wish now I could have choose to live Wish now I could have stayed But it's to late now I'm gone for good I lay lifeless on the floor I wish I could have told you everything And I wish they had listened more