by Poetic Tragedy Oct 17, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
As the blade starts to slit down my wrists as the blood starts to flow out of the slits i think of you and everything seems ok you made my life complete but now my heart has become to weak and life has finally got me beat so this is my good bye im gone by tonight im done fighting this fight if this life that i call mine. |