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by Chelsea Mar 6, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
Bloody dream Is love really this simple? Nothing has gone wrong, but something will I just know it. The loses I've suffered, the pain I've come across. I just don't think that I can handle another. My eyes tear up, my heart beats faster, and then I'm lying on the floor. Blood is dripping from my wrists, I panic trying to get up, I fall the blood rushes out faster. The shock wakes me up, I'm awake dripping in sweat, there are wounds on my wrists. I walk to the bathroom, crying I grab the knife. I throw it at the mirror. It shatters, I walk out of the room, I call you to tell you how much I love you... The End