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by jerald Mar 12, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Sometimes i want 2 burst into flames 2 exstinguish my pain cuz i'm afraid i might go away and not return 2 this special place that has brought me from many days of unsafe ways i remember the days when i thought guns were toys of play until 1 took my bestfriends life away i praied he would come back in a day but he never came cuz the shot caught his heart and tore him apart 1 shot tore 2 lives apart....... its kind of like the 1 man who changed my whole plan so i'll just run back 2 my special place everytime i c ur pretty face