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by xxxNecaFamousxxx Mar 12, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A broken smile and a broken heart cut up wrists and a passion for art. She loved him a lot even more than he knew but when they broke up she knew one thing was true. The blade was her friend for she used it a lot to get rid of her pain that she sometimes forgot. She wore long sleeve shirts as to cover up her scars and the bruises she had from far away arms. No one ever had a clue of the type of pain that she was exposed to. Until one day when she had enough she took her life, her time was up.
by Gwen
Awesome, I'm touch by your poem. Love to read more ^_^