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by helena Jul 10, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I can't move They will hear Them yelling at me Is my greatest fear They will kill me If they hear me moving No sound Is so soothing At night i dream Of a wonderful place With no worries Everyone with a smile on their face I'm scared As i cry myself to sleep I wonder if they know My wounds & cuts are so deep They don't care They left me to rot Goodbye cruel world I died in a cot