by Jessica Isbister Oct 16, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
As the blood from my throat drips from the blade i think of you and how much i hate you not because of who you are but because of what you've done I've loved you for some time now and every time you just push me away my heart will always grieve for your love but ate you at the same time all i can say is if you ever decide to love me i wont be here because of this blade! |