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by Nil Apr 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You've never felt the razor slice away your skin how it feels to give up and let your inner demons win saying just one more gash it can't hurt you've done to many to count what's one more? repeating those words just one more alittle slip of the wrist things can't get worse soon just one more turns into 20 or so you just keep going as blood continues to flow then it stops they find you there painted red by your inner despair covered in crimson your skin so pale the two colors clash as you just lay still your heart isn't beating your eyes are close the inner demons stole everything you'll never know...
by pain is me
This is good you cant have just one more cut it always ends up as more xxxx