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by nichole Apr 26, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Slit my wrists, watch the blood run down, stare at myself in the mirror, see this never ending frown. look at the scars, look at the reasons, why would i do this to myself, why has my life has fallen into pieces? the blade goes deeper, as i become more lost, there is no reason to live, my life has no cost. do it to realese the stress, to ease my pain, but it is too addicting, just like dancing in the rain. only the rain is not water, it is only blood, the rain is overflowing, causing a flood. im drowning in my blood, can no longer breath, now i am dead, and my pain has been eased.
by nichole
thank you I am so happy you liked it!!