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by Slaughtered Pixie May 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Let's stay in the dire darkness And talk to the shadows at home Ask them if they have any friends Or if they are alone Tell them about our day And everything we did Confess to them our secrets Confess to them our sins Tell them of the pain We are caused every day Show them all the scars That won't ever go away Ask them to pass out the blades And we'll pierce our scarred arms Who would've ever thought That teenagers could cause such harm I can't take the yelling and screaming Over everything that doesn't matter Over the towels not being washed Or over the dog getting fatter Now we're bleeding and dying On the wooden floor I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad I just can't take it anymore **I wrote this when I was angry and depressed.**