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by Melissa Oct 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Killing my name, hurting my pride, stabbing my already dead heart, the tears come like rain, no one See's the pain, I hide in my dark place, the shadows my friend, the Erie sounds of the nights loneliness, drowning in my own silence, tattered notes of happiness my bedding, shifting eyes, heavy hands, words typed out on a screen, each one a knife into my soul, brown eyes now red, bleeding from pain deep with in, hate building the wall, each memory another brick, stacking high, losing sight, aching mind,
by robin milford
Wowwww 5/5