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by sophia Oct 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Blade to the skin Memories come out With blood pouring out My life is a sin. Remember the tears i cried With each drop of blood Remember the nights i screamed I wish this was just a dream I sit in a big red pool I feel like a suicidal fool I scream your cruel name To you this was just a game. For me it was serious Now i sit here with a blade inside Blood pouring furiously Can't wait till i die.
by hopeless
Hey.. thanks for your comment- means a lot.. had a look at some of your poems and theyre really good!!!! where about in canada do you live? i know this is random i was there a while ago so i was just curious.. jenn