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by Bella Feb 24, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My soul is bleeding for you, crying and screaming for you. Do you even hear me? I didn't think so. I'm dyed crimson. Bleeding inside and out forever, for always. You deceived me, lied and cheated me. You caused the scars, that are on my arms. I've lived with this pain, every single day. When will I die, and end this suffering? Never, because I am constantly bleeding. Forever, because I'm dyed crimson.
by Rechelle English
I really like this poem. Keep up the great work