PaiN...

by Britta   Jun 27, 2006


I'm down on my knees, what else is left of me? the only thing i treasure is the knife that sits in my top drawer. its the only thing that gets my through each and everyday.
So many cuts, so many scars, everyday theres still an old scar but a new red blood cut to add to my hurting wrist. Nothing else can take away the pain. Sooner or later it just won't be enough to hold back the hurting and the tears that stream down my face. My arms are nothing but scars and cuts and blood thats dried up. My life is nothing and i am down on my knees for the last time. I cant take the pain anymore. It is now the very last time...

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