by latrice Feb 26, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
In a place i knew so well, this guy came and took my heart form me now hes willing to set it free. Now i know why because the girl was better than I. I ran home and cried on my bed not a single word was sad. my father cam home early that night, and looked for me from left to right. Up the stairs the door he broke to find me hanging from a rope. he took a knife to cut me down, in my jeans a note was found. |
by Aubrey
I always thought it went..... |