by dark angel Feb 28, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Tears rush down my face, while blood flows from my veins. Drops fall into my hands, like little blood stained tears. Nobody sees these tears fall, because nobody looks. I love to see these tears run down my arms. Dark red pours out from my veins. My pale wrists fade into the stream. Black strands of hair stick to my sweat drenched face. Tears of blood roll down my face. When i look in the mirror, i don't see me, i see someone who is now the only me. |