My Excuse

by breanna   Dec 23, 2005


I want to break down and cry , every night i want to end the torment of a world i hate..., i want to let myself pass, have no one know, i want to break down and cry till i am nothing but nothingness, i am left with a hollow shell, i want to end it , this knife is my excuse, my savior , i want to die.....

another day , another thing to remind me of the hell i live.....

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