or sign in with e-mail
by Amanda Apr 24, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As tears stream down my broken face My heart is racing cannot slow down the pace. The wet depression drips down my arm to touch my wrist which counts the numours times the blade hit. Tears and blood stream through my veins They cause that bitter-sweet sort of pain. The pain deepens the depression stays in my vein the jaggered knife lays. You say you do not know why she does it why she points a knife into her arm but remember i cant help but resort to self harm. You will never understand why this young girl has to suffer why its her life and not yours why God made hers a lot tuffer. So as i lay in my bed wishing and praying that i was dead so no longer would i feel the hurt no more would i hear the whispers in my head. So God tonight please her my call please help me do not just sit back and watch me fall. The blades are calling out fighting to win and i do not know how much longer i can take it I soon just might again give in.