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by The Spirit of Ash Feb 5, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I was hiding in my corner I do that all the time Sliding a blade across my skin Committing my secret crime The blood drips to the ground I leave it there to stain I ignore my entire world And the physical pain I sat up and went outside Just for a quiet walk No reason to stay here anyway Nothing else to do at one o'clock Then he ran to my house But found that I wasn't home He claimed he needed to find me But I was at the park to roam My parents chased him away Said I didn't need his sympathy He said, "you are hurting her I don't think she is ok and free" I strolled along the river Wishing to be dead I was half way there From all the times I have bled That's when I saw him Chasing after me I pulled away; wanting to be alone But he would not let me flee He saw the scars on my arm Gasped at the scarlet lines He asked, "what happened to you?" I said that I was fine He said, "my angel please Dont leave to cry I will heal your scars I will help you fly" But I wanted to die I didn't want aid I didn't want to live anymore I was so afraid He asked me to stay But I walked away instead I did not believe his claims Or the words he said