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by Kari Dec 20, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Forced into a life of Solitude surround by pain razors are my best friends blood my energy Thoughts of suicide are never far behind dreams of my funeral haunt my mind My heart hurts My arm is numb Filled with scars of my agony I want it to end My headache My nightmare My life It would be that Simple and then it would end