FREE!

by Staci   Mar 7, 2008


You ask me if i'm okay
then you laugh and go away
do you get pleasure from my pain?
from knowing i want to cut my vein?
sometimes you make me cry
because of you i just wanna die
You think i just kid
but my scars are well hid
why can't you just believe me?
i wanna be set free
i need your help so bad
i'm not just faking sad
no one could fake this kind of pain
my search for help must be in vain
no one wants to believe
that i just wanna die and leave
oh God don't you hear me calling
begging help....I'M FALLING!
HELP ME...
BE...
FREE!

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