by the freshmans broken heart was healed Feb 14, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Bloody wrists messed up fists running mascara and a broken heart, Where she sits is oh so quiet and dark she knows she alone but she don't know what to do she fell for the boy who she thought fell for her and now look where she is at. Her thoughts of death deepens she wonders who will miss her, her tears streaming down her face make a small puddle on the floor, she thinks of what will happen to all her friends when she is gone she don't want to leave them she loves them to death but she don't want to deal with this pain anymore. Her thoughts are getting more serious and she wants to do it quick to be done with it she don't want anymore pain. All of this for just one boy I hope he will learn a girls heart is not a toy. |