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by Cheslah Nov 18, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I try to give a hug, And I get pushed away. I don't know what to do, It happens everyday. No one loves me, No one wants my hug. This has made me realize, That I'm as ugly as a bug. I tell myself this over an over, But I already know. So I take out my knife, And I hold my wrist down low. I rip it quick and hard, And the blood begins to flow. I wrap a band around my arm, And tie it in a bow. The vain gets bigger, The blood flows more. I do it again, And it squirts on the door. I begin to feel weak, I lie on the floor. The world hates me, So I've settled the score. And I live no more
by Carrie
Aww that's sad...