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by Never URs Nov 5, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
At school I have friends and the so called perfect life but hidden underneath my sheets is my dripping knife I cannot talk to my old friends they judge me way to fast they just say stop its bad for you or you future will have no past The four or five times are too much for me how much longer I can go well we'll have to see I stopped for a while I was so very relieved but fell back in with much more to grieve My old friends never beside me to talk about my life to just have fun and hang with or confront me about the knife God I wish it was over I just want to take a break set down the tools for a while and my life would be great