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by Lithium Jan 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
One slit across the wrist, And I’d be gone forever, With a razor blade I twist, Not looking back, never, I don’t regret this pain, That I inflict upon myself each day, I know it sounds insane, But that’s all I have to say, Everyone hates that I do it, Some don’t even know, They through a fit, Each time they are told, That why I can’t tell my love, This one secret that lies on my thigh, I wish to tell my dove, So we can fly and for him to be mine.© Samantha Jayne Reed Wrote on October 6th, 2004