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by littleshadowgirl Jun 16, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I wish I could say how I feel But on my knees I forever kneel Tears of love run down my face But how much longer of me can he take?? The phone rings And no one picks up As her tears begin to slowly drop On to the pasty white carpet Her tears begin to fall Not knocking them away Just letting them run like water falls The once tight grip She had on the phone Has weakened and like Her and dreams¦..they fall The hollowed noise That drives from the phone Slowly pick up a dial tone As her cold eyes Fix upon the wall She trys to walk across the hall Wobbling and swerving..she falls Cracking her head against the wall And like her tears that run like water falls So does her blood all over the carpet and the walls