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by dion Jun 5, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The bloods dripping fast his heart is on the ground he does this every night when no one is around he slowly breaks skin while his tears hits the blade every cut counts making the nightmares fade he sits down alone screaming its never enough but enough is when he hits a vein to end his life that was so tough and still hes begging for more it slowly eases the pain controlling the feeling of finally feeling sane