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by Ruth Aug 23, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This thought inside my head Is driving me insane I sit wishing I was dead But just Cutting through my pain I slit my wrists with this sharp blade Watch the blood trickle away And realize this is the price I’ve paid As I sit waiting for the day The final day to come at last To take me in its arms Take me away to forget the past To protect me from all life’s harms No longer will I cut my wrists To get away from all the pain No longer will I have to miss All that I could gain For tomorrow I will not exist Tomorrow is the final day I will step out of the mist And never have to live another day.