by scott Jul 11, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Through all the cuts, the bruises, and the scars. pain never felt as great as it does now, cut me open spill my guts on the ground. stop me from the torcher I'm feeding my self. cut me down from the rope I'm swinging on, find me its too late. ill already be in hell from all the pain. not a good-bye was said, nor anything said at all. now i lay beneath you where i should have been all along... |