Walking suicide

by vodka crimson and mascra   Apr 8, 2007


I'm a walking suicide but you'd never know cause I hide I got too much pride to show my depression I think about dying everyday but never say anything cause people will stop me rob me from succeeding in my goal
I fold my letter up saying how sorry I am for being a disappointment to my family and you'll be better off without me.
You'd never think little baby girl would try something so bold didn't know that the mold you made her in turned it's grin and that hell really existed in her eyes and she cries for god to please just let me die and be free from the reality she's facing!!I'm a walking suicide

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