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by Jen Sep 16, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
How could someone Have so much pain That they’d Cut their own vein It was something I never understood I didn’t think I ever would But then cutting became my habit And I knew things would never be the same I’m sure talking about my issues Could help But I’d go through too many tissues Just telling you how I felt I’ve had my ups and downs My smiles and my frowns I wish I never had to leave This stupid town I guess you could say I’ve taken what I had for grant it I had great friends and family I knew they’d be with me until the end I was the one Playing pretend I guess I just never wanna Say goodbye I wish I could Stay here and be happy Until the day that I die I love it here I’ve been here too many years to leave So please help me Cuz I’m breaking down You’ll hardly ever see me now, without a frown