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by Befriended By The Blade May 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My life is ragging out of control, and i dont know what to do Ya see i have this problem and i just cant come to you At night i cry, i want to die Fighting the blade, i still dont see the harm i bring upon me, Cutting is my weakness, and pills are my downfall Nothing even matters to me at all Threw away my goals, i just stopped trying, Wasting away to practically nothing Drugs are the need to bleed calm me down, when i just want to go insane Blood is my only loss, but a new scar is to gain Drugs are my dependents, the pain is a need, i guess i just like to watch myself bleed, Swipe the blade one last time, i die leaving nothing but a puddle of blood and the rhyme behind.