by Jeanette Palomo Mar 26, 2011
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
The blood, because you abused The tears, because you abused The screaming, becaue you abused The memories, because you abused I was happy, until you abused I was cutless, until you abused I was strong until the day it all fell apart I had dreams of hope and I had a future. |