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by living life May 17, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Why do you do this to me my eyes are swollen, I cannot see you beat me, you bruise me your killing me slowly Im crawling, Im falling trying to break free Im wilting im dying, I wake up crying I'm tired of you telling everyone im OK, your lying you keep me locked up in my room you dont know Im alive, you assume When you were gone i snuck out my first time being happy, I just wanna shout I went to the garage, I found a razor that will help me take my life, i wont be here later I wander back up to my room because i knew you would be home soon This razor wont hurt, Ive had pain all my life when you walk in it will be a horrible sight I take the razor along my wrist this is one more thing off of my to do list I do it again and again no one cares, not my family, my friends you run upstairs yelling at me but you never knew the sight you would see me, curled up in a corner, and blood stained carpet for my painful life this is well worth it. your running, your screaming, as i slowly die on the white carpet, my lifeless body lies This is what happens when no one seems to care so if your a parent, dont ever do this here.