by vodka crimson and mascra Apr 18, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
As I sit here starring at my scars I think living life is like living hell. My scars are like questions that I could only answer. I don't cry tears any more, I cry blood.I'm tired of lies that life holds and things that don't make any since. Once my life is over my life is complete. |