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by Heather Jan 9, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I hate my life I can't take it anymore I can't turn to the knife My friends have been there before It scares me to think Of a knife piercing my skin Slowly taking my life My blood growing thin I don't know how to deal With all my problems in life I just want to run away Since I can't turn to the knife But running won't help My problems will still be there I need a new escape I need a different door