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by Heather Apr 18, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She sits in the corner Little rivers pour from her bloodshot eyes This isn't the life she wanted to live This isn't the way she wanted to feel She firmly holds her wrist She asks herself "what have I done?" As she watches blood pour from her open cuts Blade lay on the floor Now her world is getting dark Darker then it ever has been She can't turn back now This time she's gone too far She lays in the corner Blood still pouring from her open cuts She doesn't live this life anymore Yet the pain she feels is greater