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by Brittany Mar 16, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I close my eyes, to trap the tears, I've been feeling this pain, for too many years. My arms are slashed, my skin is red, Why am I breathing? Why aren't I dead?! I'm searching for a door, to lead me away, I'm done with this life, I don't want to stay. I'm locked up inside, my soul is my cell, I'm shattered and broken, I want free from this hell. All that this is, this life that I lead, is another excuse, to cut and to bleed. I'm calling for death, or a deadly disease, an escape from this world, some kind of release. Yet no one can see, I'm left on my own, I'm freezing inside, my heart's turning to stone. My breathing is shallow, my body's a shell, finally's I'm dying, drifting from hell. My mind is at peace, the hurting is done, I left the darkness behind me, to walk upon the sun. ~Monstergrrl18