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by Holly Jun 13, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This is my letter to say goodbye My life was all a lie I hated my life And I have marks on my wrists from the knife I felt love for no one except for this gun The gun against my head I'm not being mis- lead The trigger is pulled And I lay there in the cold I hated you all for not making one simple call (for help) I may miss things like the mall, but I am done, goodbye all.