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by XBroKenXyetXHeReX Dec 5, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I think I'm alone With this knife in the darkness Then I hear the phone It rings three times There is a knife in my hand That holds relife to this pain I hold it up high and drop down to my wrist Blood start driping like hard rain My eyes rolls backward And my heart starts to beat faster Darkness fills the cold room And then I start to breath harder My blood is all over the place It drops Something inside Won't let it just stop My head goes light And brightness starts to fade My arms go weak And then I take out the blade I sit up I'm still not dead I stand up And fall back on my bed
by Cindy
You write very well! Hope it helps to ease your pain.