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by blindeyes Oct 4, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Dear cutter, The closer you come, when no ones there. Cause screams of pain, no one can hear. Your friends and family, no one knows. If they did they would care, but here it goes! They say I'm the cure, that I stop the pain. But what you don't know, is there lost in my game. I will cause you stress, I will cause you grief. You see me as a savior, but you don't look beneath. You might think I'm your friend, but really I'm not. I'm as destructive as fire, and as addictive as pot! So the closer you come, when no-ones around. The closer you fall, toward the ground. Your broken heart, will tear in two. So open your eyes, and start a new. P.S I will hurt you, I will make you ache. I will tear you to shreds, but thats your mistake.