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by Guitarchick May 25, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Yes i have cut myself, No i dont know why. I guess im a girl just trying to get by. No one, not a place or thing is worth a cut. No matter what you say, there is no but. Ive felt the experience, I dont know what i got out of it. Im now looked at different And for those who think im crazy, shove it. Now my parents know and after all i went through, and all i saw nothing comes to me as new. Ive sat in a hospital room for hours, haveing to deal with my parents asking me things, about why did you do this? What did it bring? Ive been in those rooms, with no windows, only a chair, table, and bed. The beds with belts underneath making anyone in there mental in the head. The razors are gone gone for good Staying in the dump, Where they should. From this point on I have to change my ways. Everything will change Some things will stay. See no ones worth a cut, Ive learned that as a fact. The lines at guidence with all this, theyre packed. I have friends who care, and i know i should. I had to say something about her I really dont want her gone for good. I found out more about her then i needed. She cant say she doesnt have any friends I know that for a fact, Because im here for her until the end. Now with all this said. I hope you realize something about me. Ive gone through so much, And i want to go with them, I want to stay here go through water and dirt When you say youre going through so much, Im the one with the t-shirt...