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by Katlynn Dec 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I look at my wrist. looking at it as long as i could. watching the blood dripping down. hitting the floor. with my tears. that went along with it. dripping down. puddle by puddle. nothing less then more. i close my door. slowly and calmly. i sit on my bed. i took my knife. staring at it. with the blood dripping down. i slit my wrist once again. letting my blood drip down. bigging then my first puddle. i sit on my bed. feeling weak to my knees. getting sleepy. everything with my memories going out of my head. my love for you that was lost. with one slit of this knife. I'm lost with out my nerves inside. my body is aching of pain. my selfishness is gone. my legs are dead. my body is going to be. and i carve i hate you. into my skin. before my time. is gone with this big crime.