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by nessa Nov 7, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Why do I feel the way I do, When really I'm not sure of the truth, my dad doesn't hit me, my mum doesn't drink, But I cut my wrists, not knowing why, I cant see the things, that hurt me inside, Please help me see, why i do these things, why i cut myself, and dream of a life, A life that is normal, not confusing and sad, when people treat me normal, and don't think I'm completely mad, I am a mess, and am not sure what to do, I want to change, and start over new, I look in the mirror, and just want to die, I want to end, all the awful things in my life, See I do no what happens, In my crazy head, I do no why I feel, one complete mess, Its because of you, who caused grief in my life, who made me feel useless, and left me with so much fright, Do you no why it is you, that I despise, why i don't care, whether you die, I am the girl, that you hit, and bruised, the girl that you cared for, and i thought that too, If I don't see you again, it will be OK, If I saw you now, It would make me even more insane, Goodbye to you, and goodbye to me, for tonight I will end, the life I lead, with one cut of the wrist, and I will be free, free from you, and free from me.