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by Chelsea Jun 9, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You see a tear run down my check, and I realize that you can't speak. You don't know what to say, so I gently fade away. I fade away into the night, I am gone and out of sight. You look to her; you don't even care. You've already gotten over the fact that I'm not there. I will take the knife, I will end my life. I'm sorry you've gone but I will remember, as I fall away into my deep slumber