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by Sasha Oct 20, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It's back, the pain and Missouri that I felt before I meat him before I kissed him and feel in love. The blade cuts me.... blood comes out like a volcano...it's been waiting It's back, all th tears and wishing i was dead...so it would all stop.. The blade cuts me again just feels so good.... It's all back...just wishing i would disappear for this so called world...it's my hell The blade cuts me for the last time... My world is now spinning and twirling next I'm not the floor with blood every were... It's gone...all of it...for now...but it will be back i know it will....it always does....
by ShAnEL
Liked ur poem keep up the good work:)