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by forsakendisaster Nov 30, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You go about your merry lives. Though my relations with the razor blade, Go on, Strong and steady. I would die before I let you see, The pain that grows within me. Discovered once, the secrets of my mind, A price, I will not soon relive. You went about you "solution" completely wrong, A sentence of solitude, is the opposite of what i needed. But all my mind needed, to wander, Farther from the right path. Now it seems theres no turning back For now you've put your focus on a fraud. Someone only looking for a spot light. Proving there really is no hope, for me. Now I will rely on my sweet razor blade, To save me from, the mind that traps my soul.