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by Moose Oct 29, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My fingers on the keys, I havenâ??t written for a while I remember the last time But I donâ??t want to smile I find myself wondering, Why I was afraid Of the life I was living, Of the friends I had made. I wish I could cry, The way that I used to, Wish I could remember, What it drove me to do. Iâ??m glad I have changed, Iâ??m glad I can feel I remember who I was before, But it just doesdoesn't seem real. Iâ??m not the same person Itâ??s not me anymore. I feel so alive, Stepped into the light, Stepped through the door I still feel lonely, But I donâ??t want to die. I still feel sadness, And yes, donâ??t want to cry. But I donâ??t feel the need, The need to cause harm I donâ??t see the point, Of tearing up my arm I still think of death, And know its round the next bend. But who knows when that is, Who knows when itâ??s the endâ?¦?