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by Emily May 12, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sit and wonder why ...why is it that you say i lie. all these hurtful words you spill every time you say them, it kills. I always do you favors, but the blame doesn't stop. you were the only one left, but i lost it all. my family used to hold me up.. but now they let me fall. you say I'm a liar. you blame it all on me. well i don't understand please say your joking, this is my plea. OK i give up. i wont say a word. I'll carve all those hurtful things right on my arm. I'm shouting out the words. cover up my ears. carve the hurt out of my arm. i feel better. .....you might be right Chris. maybe i am a lier.