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by Michelle Loves Daniel Aug 14, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As i come home from school, all i feel is pain, as the boys at school tease me, i cut my wrists again, The sooner i die, the sooner i go, the sonner i pass, for then they'll know, That everyday's hell, everyday i'm crying, everyday i hate myself, but today im actually dying, As i grab the rope, and tie it round a tree, i put my head inside the knot, this is the end of me, as i jump off the chair, my feet can't touch the ground, as now i hang here dead, i pass without a sound............