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by Freakfall Jan 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Forever there will be scars that know one will see and my sleeves pulled down to cover my scared arm. The dried out blood stains, reminds me of all my pain. and every time I've hit the vain, and caused myself to go insane. I slash my wrists to make them bleed I'll do it again and then I'll see if doing this really releases all the frustration and pain in me.
by Luciee
Wow, love the poem, i h8 covering my arm 2 and i'm tryin 2 change it, i saw the light i hope u do 2. nothing is worth taking your life! xxxx
by Loulou
Wow lota detail which is awesome 5/5 very good !