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by Kate Sep 25, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I see everyday You get closer and closer, I have such vivid dreams of it, that in sleep I murmer, The knife in your hand, holding it so hard. I know it will leave you more than scarred. I wanted to so bad before. But Will you let death knock on your door? I'm scared for you, But I'm unsure if it's true. My dreams tell me so much I wish I could check your scars with a touch. I have those scars too, But You gave me hope of others so thank you. I think you need hope now. If only to open up you would allow. If you decide to go forever. Trust me I'll never forget you ever.