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by Jessie Apr 6, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I learn the awful truth, it hits me in the face, I cringe at what could happen. Now it's a scary place. Clueless of the mistakes I've made. I might not be here now, But nothing happened, and I'm glad. I fought it hard somehow. Your concern, it made me sick. I didn't want to hear it, Though as you kept on reading, I began to fear it. I'm an addict deep inside, Apparently to you, I wasn't depending on it, I just didn't have a clue. I was dangerous to those, I didn't want to pain, Now scared of my mistakes, I feel like I'm insane. Though you say it's over now, You threw out what I had needed, Pathetically, I miss it, You think that you've succeeded. There's got to be another way, to make it all alright, Another way to help me, get a bit of sleep at night. A way to make you see, I'm not as sick as I may seem, I just need a bit of aid, to help my body dream.
by disturbed one
Oh noes jessie dont die!!! im really glad u found out before you died...now lets hope and pray you dont go into a coma I love you, you cant die on me!