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by Bryce Thompson Oct 9, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'm sitting here, home alone again. And of course, you cross my mind. This is nothing new. My heart isn't that hard to find. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And no one respects that at all. It really gets kind of annoying. This feels like hell. No one understand how I feel, or why I slit these wrists. No one can ever comprehend, why I take these risks. You know what?! Screw you all. I'll do what I want. I'll take these falls. No one cares about me. No one cares how I feel. Screw this life, I'm signing a deal with the Devil, the immortal seal.