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by Jaime Dec 21, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I sit on my bed, blood dripping down, my hands loosen, the blade is on the ground Trying to stop it, my body turns numbs, more and more blood how could I be so dumb With every last strength, I reach for the pills, I heard it really does the job, I heard it really kills The blade is too dull, the pills are to slow, I'm sorry for the air I wasted, I guess they'll never know I'm just another messed up kid, with a messed up mother and father, I just want to end this life, I don't want to bother