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by ♥*3 simple words*♥ Dec 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
The pain gets a little worse as the cuts get a little deeper my mind runs in continuous circles as my body gets a little weaker My smiles are always fake and life gets a little depressing i only sleep to dream of you And inside I'm really stressing I try to make things better By living a complete lie but the truth i feel i really cant deny I know that things wont get better and that things are just getting bad i know things that I'm feeling are because I'm just "sad" but now i sit here on the window with a gun in my hand I slowly raise it to my head and pull the trigger, on command As corny as this poem sounds I really know its true because before i said my last goodbyes i never said 3 words to you