or sign in with e-mail
by Miss Megan Mar 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Falling faster each time, Loosing all I have. I don't have enough strength to keep going, I cant even smile or laugh. I hear your screams, And fight back the tears. I am ways to weak, To conquer all my fears. I gently feel my scars, Searching for my friend. Don't you see what you're doing? Its you that makes me bleed over and over again. Red leaks from my wrists, Causing my body a relief. I begin to think about my life, It's too harsh to believe. Soon all my eyes can see, Is the deathly color of black. It's not the greatest way to die, Especially if you die so sad...