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by Katie Nov 28, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I sit here, It just continues to seep. Then I do realize, I have cut too deep. All I think about, Is how you hurt me bad. Up comes the knife, To free the mad. I watch it and wince, As onto the floor it flows. I know that soon, I will quickly go. I can see my friends, Just sitting around crying. They know they could have helped, When I was quickly dying. As I lay here, 6 feet under. Everyone sits in my house, And all at once, begin to wonder. Why did she do it? What was her reason? Was it because of a friend, Who had committed treason? Now she is free, But her spirit still haunts. All because of one, Who found it fun to taunt. But before I die, I think about what I have done. Then I realize, I ruined their fun. Who are they going to hurt, When they hurt me the most. So when Iâ??m dead, Then they will all boast. They boast on how they killed me, How they made my life a living hell. Then my real friends turn around, And begin to tell. But the tale ends short, As the others all recognize. That another had done the same, And spread the same lies. They all understand and all at once, Vow never to hurt again because of one. But we think of their words as lies, Due to all they said to one as fun. You need to understand You canâ??t change the past. But you can change the future, So if youâ??re going to, then do it fast (didn't actually cut really deep but deep enough please comment i could really use advise!)thnx