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by cuttingsherpleasuredeathishergame Jan 21, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I go to my room Lock the door, Pull out my blade Slice deep into my skin. I cut the vein a couple of times There's alot of blood coming out, Part of me wants to die Part of me wants to live. If I live, I'll have to live another day, I'll have to go through more pain, And I'll have to deal with a sore wrist. If I die, I'll finally be free, I wont have to live another painful day, And you'll finally get your wish.
by Loulou
Good poem 5/5