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by Crystal Mar 26, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The thought of what i might do.. makes me afraid.. The things i almost did... for your actions.. taking the knife.. puncturing it on my wrist.. but i couldnt do it.. many times ive tried.. from the day he said goodbye to the next time you hear me cry... And i cry everynight attempting this horrible act.. I'm afraid of myself afraid of the things i am capable of doing..