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by RyanSmith May 16, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I tied so long to kill this pain Everyday is a living hell All the drinks and all the drugs Never give me any relief I can only wait for so long For the light to shine again Now I lay down with the knife in my hand with death intentions on my mind A poem I wrote to explain it all to all of my friends and family 'The summer is here But I am gone The pain has stopped And the warrior is dead'