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by LKA Sep 21, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Theres not enough pills, To drink down, Theres too many tears, Enough to drown, Not enough cuts, To numb her pain, Not enough happiness For her to gain Not enough cuts, To reveal her scars, Too many problems, Its just too hard. This is the story The story of a girl, With too many problems, Her life is going round in a whirl. Only so much help can be given, Before you give up, Sitting there popping pills, Into a cup. Breaking her sharpeners, For the blades, To slice open her veins, You all thought she had it made. If only you listened, If only you'd cared, If only you'd helped, Instead of stared...