by Allie Sep 30, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
People look at me as my heart bleeds. A drip for every laugh, a drop of every evil stair. They don't know me but they all hate me. They feed of my pain, my sorrow, my anger. Inside I know I'm a fighter I'll just get stronger with ever drip, drop, until I bleed no more. |