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by allie Apr 5, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I cry out, are you there? I will speak, please listen I have been to Hell in the flames I burned the blade as my solace the pills quiet the screams the demons ran round me they tugged at my feet they whispered the lies which I can't help but believe the faces of those around me I feared to see is this what I look like so I asked to behold they gave me a mirror and laughed at me more I looked at the reflection and a pale ghost stared back the image was frightening and I broke down once more I saw every drop of blood every pill shown to me there is no one to blame I did this to me razor blade controlled by my hand water flushed down every drug I took my eyes of the mirror and it slowly burnt to the ground I wished I could burn with it just let me die where did I go wrong oh God, my God I cried out to you and the devil got to me first this is my final plea save me from this pit of Hell in this battle of angel and demon please help me win upon his wing he will bear me up lest I dash my foot against a stone yet when I slash my hip against the blade there is no one to save me I bow my head in prayer as the devil taunts with You all things are possible oh God, deliver me from Hell