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by Silouette Dreams Aug 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I broke my nose yesterday It was no mistake I did it on purpose Hurt myself for my own sake I pretended to be sad Because of the pain They didn't know From it things I would gain In my room I 'cried' But I smiled because I was hurt I got what someone deserves When they are as dirty as dirt No it didn't kill me But it hurt almost like my heart And pain is what I deserve Like a painter doing art Ooh I know that it's gross But I deserve all this pain Or to be miserable doing it Cuz there's nothing for me to gain