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by Monica May 16, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sit alone in this cold dark room No one is there to hold me, No one there to wipe my tears Hopefully this pain will end soon I put the razor to my wrist I try hard not to let go I see it coming now down slow Now that I have done this, what can I do? I still sit alone In this cold dark room Now I know what I must do