by christine Dec 22, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Drip, drip, drip it goes like water sprouting from a hose. Splash, splash, splash they drop as they hit the floor,they wont stop. What im talking about is my tears in my eyes from my fears. I screm and yell to fight this pain, I always seem to complain. All i want is for it all to stop, just so I can have a break and drop. I'll drop so hard, that ill brake bones and bleed so much I'll finaly be known. |